I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch br Was glorious with the sun's returning march, br And woods were brightened, and soft gales br Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales. br The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light, br They gathered midway round the wooded height, br And, in their fading glory, shone br Like hosts in battle overthrown. br As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance. br Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance, br And rocking on the cliff was left br The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft. br The veil of cloud was lifted, and below br Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow br Was darkened by the forest's shade, br Or glistened in the white cascade; br Where upward, in the mellow blush of day, br The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way. br br I heard the distant waters dash, br I saw the current whirl and flash, br And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach, br The woods were bending with a silent reach. br Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell, br The music of the village bell br Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills; br And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, br Was ringing to the merry shout, br That faint and far the glen sent out, br Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke, br Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke. br br If thou art worn and hard beset br With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, br If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep br Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, br Go to the woods and hills! No tears br Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.