“As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds
Ascending, while the north wind sleeps, o’er-spread
Heav’n’s cheerful face, the louring element
Scowls o’er the darkened landskip snow, or shower;
If chance the radiant sun with farewell sweet
Extend his evening beam, the fields revive,
The birds their notes renew and bleating herds
Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.”