The touch of flame--the illuminating fire--the loftiest look at last, O’er city, passion, sea--o’er prairie, mountain, wood--the earth itself, The airy, different, changing hues of all, in failing twilight, Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences; The calmer sight--the golden setting, clear and broad: So much i’ the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations whence we scan, Bro’t out by them alone--so much (perhaps the best) unreck’d before; The lights indeed from them--old age’s lambent peaks.