How beautiful upon
The mountains are the feet
Of them that tidings bring
Of Love,—God's own heartbeat!
Upon the mountain tops
The soul steps from the sod
Of earthly thoughts upon
A nearer path to God;
And finds His perfectness,
As from each summit gained
There stretch forth heights beyond,—
Ideals to be attained.
What though they be obscured
By mists of earth's desire !
Above the clouds their peaks
Eternally aspire.
