Poems (Jackson)/Avalanches
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HEART that on Love's sunny height doth dwell,
Serene in trust because the skies are bright!
Listen to what all Alpine records tell
Of days on which the avalanches fell.
Not days of storm when men were pale with fright
And watched the hills with anxious, straining sight,
And heard in every sound a note of knell;
But when in heavens still, and blue, and clear,
The sun rode high,—those were the hours to fear
And so the monks of San Bernard to-day,—
May the Lord count their souls and hold them dear,
When skies are cloudless, in their convent stay,
And for the souls of dead and dying pray.
AVALANCHES.
HEART that on Love's sunny height doth dwell,Serene in trust because the skies are bright!
Listen to what all Alpine records tell
Of days on which the avalanches fell.
Not days of storm when men were pale with fright
And watched the hills with anxious, straining sight,
And heard in every sound a note of knell;
But when in heavens still, and blue, and clear,
The sun rode high,—those were the hours to fear
And so the monks of San Bernard to-day,—
May the Lord count their souls and hold them dear,
When skies are cloudless, in their convent stay,
And for the souls of dead and dying pray.