“Night-shadowed Rivers—lift your dusky hands
And clap them harshly _with a sullen roar_!
Ye thousand Pinnacles and Steeps deplore
The glory that departs; above _you_ stands,
_Ye_ Lakes with azure waves and snowy strands,
A Power that utters forth his loud behest
Till mountain, lake and river shall attest,
The puissance of a Master’s _large commands_.”