Selections from the American poets
William Cullen Bryant


"They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord, as the waters that cover the sea."

—Isa. xi., 9.
UPON God's holy mountain all is peace.
Of clanging arms, and cries, and wail, no sound
Goes up to mingle with the gentle breeze,
That bears its perfumed whispers all around.
Beneath its trees, that spread their blooming light
The spotted leopard walks; the ox is there;
The yellow lion stands in conscious might,
Breathing the dewy and illumined air.
A little child doth take him by the mane,
And leads him forth, and plays beneath his breast
Naught breaks the quiet of that bless'd domain,
Naught mars its harmony and heavenly rest.
Picture divine and emblem of that day,
When peace on earth and truth shall hold unbroken sway.