He the robe of justice wore

There solid billows of enormous size, Alps of green ice, in wild disorder rise.

The stag in limpid currents with surprise Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise.

The flowers anew returning seasons bring! But beauty faded has no second spring.

Studious of ease and fond of humble things.

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.