THINE everlasting mountains and their snows br And awful silence, floweret, know I not; br I have not wandered to thy native spot br Among the crags, but oft as I repose, br Musing by winter fire at daylight's close, br 5 br In fancy have I viewed those depths of sky br And infinite clouded crags, while fronting high, br Peak upon peak, the eternal Alps uprose. br Mysterious power, God-planted in the soul, br That thus transcends all space and the confined br 10 br Limits of sense, Imagination hail! br Pledge art thou of that life when death shall roll br Back our flesh prison-bars, and the freed mind br Shall grasp the giant truths behind the veil.