The mighty mountain plains have we two trod Both in the glow of sunset and sunrise; And lighted by the moon of southern skies The snow-white torrent of the thundering flood We two have watched together: In the wood We two have felt the warm tears dim our eyes While zephyrs softer than an infant's sighs Ruffled the light air of our solitude. O Earth, maternal Earth, and thou O Heaven, And Night first born, who now, e'en now, dost waken The host of stars, thy constellated train, Tell me if those can ever be forgiven, Those abject, who together have partaken These Sacraments of Nature--and in vain?