Chapter LXXIII

Embosomed there in massy shades it stood;
Its frequent voices, up the silent steep,
Came on our Founder’s ear;--in cheerful mood,
The tones of childhood shrill, and manhood deep,
Told him what sports, what toils were there pursued;
Or, wild and clear, the melody would sweep
Of girlish voices, warbling plaintive strains,
Half chant, half music, over woods and plains.