From The Fierce Aspect Of This River, Throwing His Giant Body O'Er The Steep Rock'S Brink, Back In Astonishment And Fear We Shrink: But, Gradually A Calmer Look Bestowing, Flowers We Espy Beside The Torrent Growing; Flowers That Peep Forth From Many A Cleft And Chink, And, From The Whirlwind Of His Anger, Drink Hues Ever Fresh, In Rocky Fortress Blowing: They Suck From Breath That, Threatening To Destroy, Is More Benignant Than The Dewy Eve Beauty, And Life, And Motions As Of Joy: Nor Doubt But He To Whom Yon Pine-Trees Nod Their Heads In Sign Of Worship, Nature'S God, These Humbler Adorations Will Receive.