|Collection||Kate Strong Historical Library|
|Creator||Shepard Alonzo Mount|
|Dates of Creation||18??/??/??|
|Scope & Content||
This gray old mountain seen so far on high,
Marks its rude summit on the eternal sky;
Changing its hues with each revolving cloud
As waving banners gild the warriors shroud
Its rugged brow as if designed by fate
To shield the elements in their debate
In ruin stands a mighty wreck sublime,
Heaped at its base, with massive spoils of time.
Towering aloft, the eagle there surveys
Its solemn grandeur with imperial gaze;
Spread his broad wings where God alone may trace,
His fearful windings in that silent space.
The somber night absorbs the light of day,
And snakes the traveler's stumble on his way;
The dismal owl, appears in sullen plight,
Flaps o'er the rocks, nor dares a nobler flight.
The gloomy hemlocks mirrored far below,
Deepens the drowsy river in its flow.
And well that breadth of shadow serves to make
The starlight gleam, across the rocky break.
Thoughts of the dead, direct my vision there,
To view that spirit light, divinely fair;
And fancy bringeth to my listening ear,
A well known voice, I come to meet you here.
Be this my altar then, and `oft renewed
This charm of silence in its solitude;
Where yields my heart so readily to be,
Counted for naught, in all I hear and see
Shep'd A. Mount
what seems to be a first attempt at the opening stanza
|Notes||On 2 pieces|