  INSCRIBED TO MY SISTER, R. S. B. Lift up thine eyes unto the hills; A pure and fragrant breath Is wafted from their purple tops,— The Heaven-sent breath of Faith. Lift up thine eyes unto the hills; Beyond their shadowy slope The Sun of Righteousness doth rise In roseate dawn of Hope. Lift up thine eyes unto the hills; Around, below, above, The holy sky is all aglow With the warm light of Love. Lift up thine eyes unto the hills;— Faith, Hope and Love are given To point from fading joys of earth, To endless joy of Heaven. |
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