“So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try,Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky;Th'eternal snows appear already past,And the first clouds and mountains seem the last:But those attain'd, we tremble to surveyThe growing labours of the lengthen'd way;Th'increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes,Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!”