O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on plain, <br />Dwells in the affections and the soul of man <br />A Godhead, like the universal PAN; <br />But more exalted, with a brighter train: <br />And shall his bounty be dispensed in vain, <br />Showered equally on city and on field, <br />And neither hope nor steadfast promise yield <br />In these usurping times of fear and pain? <br />Such doom awaits us. Nay, forbid it Heaven! <br />We know the arduous strife, the eternal laws <br />To which the triumph of all good is given, <br />High sacrifice, and labour without pause, <br />Even to the death:--else wherefore should the eye <br />Of man converse with immortality?<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-er-the-wide-earth-on-mountain-and-on-plain/
