 | The poetical works of James Montgomery |  |
Charm'd with the spectacle, yet deeply touch'd
With a forlorn and not untender feeling—
“Why,” said my thoughts within me, “why this waste
Of loveliness and grandeur unenjoy'd?
Is there no life throughout this fair existence?
Sky, sun, and sea; the moon, the stars, the clouds;
Wind, lightning, thunder,—are but ministers;
They know not what they are, nor what they do:
O for the beings for whom these were made!”
With a forlorn and not untender feeling—
“Why,” said my thoughts within me, “why this waste
Of loveliness and grandeur unenjoy'd?
Is there no life throughout this fair existence?
Sky, sun, and sea; the moon, the stars, the clouds;
Wind, lightning, thunder,—are but ministers;
They know not what they are, nor what they do:
O for the beings for whom these were made!”
| The poetical works of James Montgomery | |