Thy cheering beams, like his all-cheering Spirit, pervade the soul, and drive thence the despondency of cold and darkness.

But bright as thou art, how does the similitude fade before godlike man, the true image of his Maker.

How far do his protecting arms extend over the desolate! How mighty is the power of his benevolence to dispense succor, to administer consolation!" As she thus mused her eyes fell on the noble mien of the knight, who, with his spear in his hand, and wrapped in his dark mantle of mingled greens, led the way, with a graceful but rapid step, along the shelving declivity.

Turning suddenly to the left, he struck into a defile between two prodigious craggy mountains, whose brown cheeks, trickling with ten thousand mountains, whose brown cheeks, trickling with ten thousand rills, seemed to weep over the deep gloom of the valley beneath.

Scattered fragments of rock from the cliffs above covered with their huge and almost impassable masses the surface of the ground.
Not an herb was to be seen; all was black, barren, and terrific.