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IMPROMPTU,
ON A DISTANT VIEW OF MOUNT MONADNOCK.
Yonder the Mountain-monarch looms—
The eye with grandeur fills;
His head begirt with cloudy glooms,
His foot with woody hills!
The eye with grandeur fills;
His head begirt with cloudy glooms,
His foot with woody hills!
Mighty Monadnock! what art thou,
So regal, lofty, grand,
To Him who heaved thy heavenward brow,
And graved thee by His hand?
So regal, lofty, grand,
To Him who heaved thy heavenward brow,
And graved thee by His hand?
A pebble, by Almighty plan
Cast on the sands of Time,
To show the little creature, man,
God's trifles are sublime.
Cast on the sands of Time,
To show the little creature, man,
God's trifles are sublime.
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