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Poems (Coolidge)/The Hills

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4474775Poems — The HillsHelen Elizabeth Coolidge
THE HILLS
The hills whose strength, dear Lord, is Thine;
By solemn silence praises yield;
Unmoved as they, each Christmas heart,
To whom thy love hath been revealed.

"The hills from whence my help shall come:"
That blessèd balm to heal each pain:
In holy hush the reverent soul
May softly breathe this sweet refrain.

The hills the Holy City guard;
As sentinels, unfailing, stand;
Thy love thy chosen ones doth keep
Within the hollow of thy hand.

The hills! the mountain-top for thee
A temple wast, where, free from strife,
In prayer thou didst the Father seek,
And gathered strength for daily life.

So, to the hills, with earnest gaze,
I ever turn in wordless prayer;
Thou leavest not in valley dim,
The soul who trusts thy promised care.