[THIS great poem was written by the author of 'The Ancient Mariner' and 'Christabel '-Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) -in a period of travel during which he visited many parts of the Continent.] HAST thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! O dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, A 'Hymn before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven! Awake, my soul! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake, Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale! Or when they climb the sky or when they sink : And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad! Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks, For ever shattered and the same for ever? Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest? Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain- Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven God! God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice! God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, play-mates of the mountain-storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds! Ye signs and wonders of the element ! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, To rise before me-Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense from the Earth! Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Mountains RUSKIN [These first passages on the Alps formed part of the great chapter with which Ruskin opened the second volume of the work that made his fame-Modern Painters. This second volume, published in 1846, made a noise in the world which shattered the secret of the authorship, and from that time forward John Ruskin stood forth as one of the greatest prose-writers in the English language.] MOUNTAINS are, to the rest of the body of the earth, what violent muscular action is to the body of man. The muscles and tendons of its anatomy are, in the mountain, brought out with fierce and convulsive energy, full of expression, passion and strength; the plains and the lower hills are the repose and the effortless motion of the frame, when its muscles lie dormant and concealed beneath the lines of its beauty, yet ruling those grand lines in their every undulation. This, then, is the first grand principle of the truth of the earth. The spirit of the hills is action; that of the lowlands repose; and between these there is to be found every variety of motion and of rest; from the inactive plain, sleeping like the firmament, with cities for stars, to the fiery peaks, which, with heaving bosoms, and exulting limbs, with the clouds drifting like hair from their bright foreheads, lift up their Titan hands to Heaven, saying, 'I live for ever!' After what has been said, a Observe the exquisite decision Now, if I were giving a lecture on geology, and were searching for some means of giving the most faithful idea possible of the external appearance caused by this structure of the primary hills, I should throw my geological outlines aside, and take up Turner's vignette of the Alps at Daybreak. single glance at it will be enough. with which the edge of the uppermost plank of the great peak is indicated by its clear dark side and sharp shadow; then the rise of the second low ridge on its side, only to descend again precisely in the same line; the two fissures of this peak, one pointing to its summit, the other rigidly parallel to the great slope which descends towards the sun; then the sharp white aiguille on the right, with |