AND of the Logan, hail! O'er mountain brow-
bAdown the noiseless slopes-through shadowy vales-
By the lone murmuring torrent-and above
The unsleeping billow, where the giant cliff
Stands in his own stupendous strength, I come,
A lover of thy wonderful and wild-
A wanderer on thy ocean-shaken shores→→→→
To gaze awhile upon the countless forms
Which Nature in thine infinite of rocks
Displays. With reverence let me pause amid
Her all-magnificent creations:-Hail!
Land of the Logan and the Cromlech-hail !
See on yon height, where, safe from age to age,
The bold, free sea-bird builds his savage nest,
Has Nature, with a skill mysterious, pois'd
The mighty granite mass! The wild sea waves
Howl at the feet of the stupendous rocks
That-pile o'er pile-mighty and mightier still
As they ascend-sustain the self hung sphere-
The eye, insatiate, gazes on the scene,
Passive the foot remains upon the earth,
The soul feels all the grandeur and the power
Before it, and adores: while nought is heard