Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth,like a garment,wear
The beauty of the morning;silent,bare,
Ships,towers,domes,theatres,and temples lie
Open unto the fields,and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour,valley,rock,or hill;
Ne’er saw I,never felt,a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still➁!