Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/The Highest Mountain
THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN.
I know of a higher Mountain. Well? "Do the flowers grow on it?" No, not one."What is its name?" But I cannot tell. "Where———?" Nowhere under the sun!
"Is it under the moon, then?" No, the light Has never touched it, and never can;It is fashioned and formed of night, of night Too dark for the eyes of man.
Yet I sometimes think, if my Faith had proved As a grain of mustard seed to me,I could say to this Mountain: "Be thou removed, And be thou cast in the sea!"