30.07.2007, 10:35
The Mount of Vision
How small the path we leave behind will be
When we have climbed the mountain's lofty crest!
And when we reach the summit's bracing rest
What broader views will rise interminably!
For earth's small things how little will care we,
Finding the toilsome road with visions blest--
The peace and golden glory of the West,
And skies that breathe of life's Infinity!
For we shall then forget the wounds and pain,
Our weary feet have suffered on the way;
For twilight's gold will glorify the plain,
And thorn and bramble blend with blossoms gay,
While we look down on clouds and shadows vain,
Lost in a light diviner than the day.
How small the path we leave behind will be
When we have climbed the mountain's lofty crest!
And when we reach the summit's bracing rest
What broader views will rise interminably!
For earth's small things how little will care we,
Finding the toilsome road with visions blest--
The peace and golden glory of the West,
And skies that breathe of life's Infinity!
For we shall then forget the wounds and pain,
Our weary feet have suffered on the way;
For twilight's gold will glorify the plain,
And thorn and bramble blend with blossoms gay,
While we look down on clouds and shadows vain,
Lost in a light diviner than the day.