V.

'T is round him--near him--here--there--everywhere-- And there's a courage which grows out of fear, Perhaps of all most desperate, which will dare The worst to _know_ it:--when the mountains rear Their peaks beneath your human foot, and there You look down o'er the precipice, and drear The gulf of rock yawns,--you can't gaze a minute, Without an awful wish to plunge within it.