  THE climbing step by step up pathways steep Had wearied me upon that summer day, Till, by-and-by, a strong hand seemed to sweep All save the joyousness of life away, The heavens stretched their azure folds above— I stood, my feet upon the dizzy height The whirring of an eagle’s wings in flight Towards rarer winds, and still more dazzling gleams Of the red sun, was every sound abroad. Full sweet the silence of the solemn place Where nature, radiant, drew so close to God, You saw His very kiss upon her face, And heard the mystic murmur of His love. [Decorative image unavailable.] |
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