722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie Never deny Me—Never fly Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign Or take the Royal names in vain Their far—slow—Violet Gaze My Strong Madonnas—Cherish still The Wayward Nun—beneath the Hill Whose service—is to You Her latest Worship—When the Day Fades from the Firmament away To lift Her Brows on You