…but when
The Spirit speaks,?or beauty from the sky
Descends into my being,?when I hear
The storm-hymns of the mighty ocean roll,
Or thunder sound,?the champion of the storm!?
Then I feel envy for immortal words,
The rush of living thought; oh! then I long
To dash my feelings into deathless verse,
That may administer to unborn time,
And tell some lofty soul how I have lived
A worshipper of Nature and of Thee!
~Robert Montgomery, “Death,” A Universal Prayer; Death; A Vision of Heaven; and A Vision of Hell; &c. &c., 1829TPVgb, QE2