The Antique to the Northern Wanderer
Rivers have been no bar, thou hast faced the terrors of ocean,
And in the loftiest alps dizzying arches hast dared
Me in my home to see, and yield me intimate honour,
Such as the voice of the world yields in inspired acclaim.
Now in my presence thou art, my sanctified essence is o'er thee,
Yet are we nearer akin? Which can appreciate which?
And in the loftiest alps dizzying arches hast dared
Me in my home to see, and yield me intimate honour,
Such as the voice of the world yields in inspired acclaim.
Now in my presence thou art, my sanctified essence is o'er thee,
Yet are we nearer akin? Which can appreciate which?
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