Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 36, Pages 801-802
VIII.
HOPE OF FUTURE COMMUNION WITH NATURE.
If e'er again my spirit be allowed
Converse with Nature in her chambers deep,
Where lone, and mantled with the rolling cloud,
She broods o'er new-born waters, as they leap
In sword-like flashes down the heathery steep,
From caves of mystery;—if I roam once more
Where dark pines quiver to the torrent's roar,
And voiceful oaks respond;—may I not reap
A more ennobling joy, a loftier power,
Than e'er was shed on life's more vernal hour
From such communion?—yes! then shall know,
That not in vain have sorrow, love, and thought,
Their long, still work of preparation wrought,
For that more perfect sense of God revealed below.
