Poems (Linn)/Discontent
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DISCONTENT.
I REACHED the mountain top of joy; I paused amid the solitude;I saw the sun sink in the west, Its radiance lighting where I stood.
I drew a sigh and looked above, Height upon height in splendor rose,Bathed in the crimson evening light, Like sunset tints on Alpine snows.
Above my head the great peaks towered; My mountain top was small and low,The light I stood in was but faint Reflections of their afterglow.
Onward I tread, and ever still Above my head the heights arise,Now bathed in evening's glorious light, Now bright beneath the noonday skies.
There is no end; but ever higher Our hopes ascend, the more we climb;Whatever joy our hearts attain The heights above are more sublime.
Heights ever gleaming on our view! And thus we know our birth divine;That one with God we are to be, This, our immortal seal and sign,