THINE everlasting mountains and their snows <br /> And awful silence, floweret, know I not; <br /> I have not wandered to thy native spot <br />Among the crags, but oft as I repose, <br />Musing by winter fire at daylight's close, <br />5 <br /> In fancy have I viewed those depths of sky <br /> And infinite clouded crags, while fronting high, <br />Peak upon peak, the eternal Alps uprose. <br />Mysterious power, God-planted in the soul, <br /> That thus transcends all space and the confined <br />10 <br /> Limits of sense, Imagination hail! <br />Pledge art thou of that life when death shall roll <br /> Back our flesh prison-bars, and the freed mind <br /> Shall grasp the giant truths behind the veil.<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-being-given-a-piece-of-edelweiss-before-visiting-switzerland/
