...verge Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds India's mountains, or his setting rays Fade on the Atlantic Isles, 'tis nought to me, — Since God is ever present, ever felt In the wide waste, as in the City full — And where He vital breathes, there must be joy." /, too, have been...

...reproach : yet it still remains true, that they are the dearest, sweetest things ' in rerun naturd,' and ' Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth,' I shall still love them one and all." Awa'o. "Yes. ' Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo Dulc6 loquentem.'"...

...sun, particularly when that search had expanded to include unknown geographies and new possibilities: Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me.'"4 These lines (100-104) from "A Hymn on the Seasons" suggest once more both the expansive movement...

...mattered little to him where he was sent, as his feelings were those expressed by an English poet : " Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song . . . 'tis naught to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full."...