Before this mountain bore his well-loved name
Whose greatness runs through both the hemispheres,
Whose life-work, after death, but swells his fame,
Whose sudden loss set Science' self in tears, —
I stood upon it; now if I were there
Among the flocking thoughts would this one brood,—
Mount Agassiz! It must have known such prayer
As rose at Penikese where once he stood
Pleading with Heaven, yet uttering not a word,
Leading the face and spirit of that throng
On through an awe-hinged gate, that swung unheard,
Into His presence where all souls belong: —
So doubtless, here, with noisy words unshod,
Went Prayer in Horeb silence unto God.