4579596Poems — Light on the Mountain-topsHelen Hunt Jackson
LIGHT ON THE MOUNTAIN-TOPS.
N Alpine valleys, they who watch for dawnLook never to the east; but fix their eyesOn loftier mountain-peaks of snow, which riseTo west or south.To west or south.Before the happy mornHas sent one ray of kindling red, to warnThe sleeping clouds along the eastern skiesThat it is near,—flushing, in glad surprise,These royal hills, for royal watchmen born,Discover that God's great new day begins,And, shedding from their sacred brows a lightProphetic, wake the valley from its night.Such mystic light as this a great soul wins,Who overlooks earth's wall of griefs and sins,And steadfast, always, gazing on the whiteGreat throne of God, can call aloud with deep.Pure voice of truth, to waken them who sleep.
Bad-Gastein, Austria,September 9, 1869.
LIGHT ON THE MOUNTAIN-TOPS.
"In Alpine valleys, they who watch for dawnLook never to the east; but fix their eyesOn loftier mountain-peaks of snow, which riseTo west or south."
N Alpine valleys, they who watch for dawnLook never to the east; but fix their eyesOn loftier mountain-peaks of snow, which riseTo west or south.To west or south.Before the happy mornHas sent one ray of kindling red, to warnThe sleeping clouds along the eastern skiesThat it is near,—flushing, in glad surprise,These royal hills, for royal watchmen born,Discover that God's great new day begins,And, shedding from their sacred brows a lightProphetic, wake the valley from its night.Such mystic light as this a great soul wins,Who overlooks earth's wall of griefs and sins,And steadfast, always, gazing on the whiteGreat throne of God, can call aloud with deep.Pure voice of truth, to waken them who sleep.
N Alpine valleys, they who watch for dawnLook never to the east; but fix their eyesOn loftier mountain-peaks of snow, which riseTo west or south.To west or south.Before the happy mornHas sent one ray of kindling red, to warnThe sleeping clouds along the eastern skiesThat it is near,—flushing, in glad surprise,These royal hills, for royal watchmen born,Discover that God's great new day begins,And, shedding from their sacred brows a lightProphetic, wake the valley from its night.Such mystic light as this a great soul wins,Who overlooks earth's wall of griefs and sins,And steadfast, always, gazing on the whiteGreat throne of God, can call aloud with deep.Pure voice of truth, to waken them who sleep.
