Choice Specimens of American Literature, and Literary Reader · Chapter 296=376.= the Everlasting Hills
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The deep, transparent sky is full Of many thousand glittering lights— Unnumbered stars that calmly rule The dark dominions of the night. The mild, bright moon has upward risen, Out of the gray and boundless plain, And all around the white snows glisten, Where frost, and ice, and silence, reign,— While ages roll away, and they unchanged remain.
These mountains, piercing the blue sky With their eternal cones of ice,— The torrents dashing from on high, O'er rock, and crag, and precipice,— Change not, but still remain as ever, Unwasting, deathless, and sublime, And will remain while lightnings quiver, Or stars the hoary summits climb, Or rolls the thunder-chariot of eternal Time.
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=Anne C. Lynch Botta.=
From her "Poems."