XCIV. In such an hour he turns, and on his view, Ocean, and earth, and heaven, burst before him. XCV. Tall spire, and glittering roof, and battlement, : XCVI. Its memory of this; nor lives there one Whose infant breath was drawn, or boyhood's days Of happiness, were pass'd beneath that sun, That in his manhood's prime can calmly gaze Upon that bay, or on that mountain stand, Nor feel the prouder of his native land. |