A moment past, the whole of this fair scene
Was wrapt by clouds that now are rolling fast
Up yonder mountain. See now, where the last
Has left its top, the landscape lies serene,
Far-spreading; at my feet the hillside green;
Below, the lake, upon whose breast is cast
The adverse mountain's form; and, gliding past,
A boat appears, the splashing oars are seen.
As with this earthly prospect, so the soul
Is wrapt by mist, and clouds of threatening form
Beat on it with full fury; thunders roll;
And all seems death and darkness. Then the warm
Strong sun bursts through; a swift wind sweeps the whole;
The heart stands free; God's sun has held the storm.
