text:  O may he then at least in mournful gladness Pass with his cup this day for ever dear As even I in exile and in sadness Yet with a fleeting joy have pass'd it here! * * * * * In the following lines the poet has endeavoured to reproduce the impressions made upon his mind by the mountain scenery of the Caucasus; scenery which he had visited with such rapture and to which his imagination returned with undiminished delight