To wayfarer and friends, caught up between
The city of light and the heavens serene.
Ah, ’tis mountain top views that enrich the dull earth,
Where high hopes and deeds have divinest birth;
Where Abram and Moses and prophets of old
The evil and good, yea the best foretold.
And men even now must mount the high hills
To inspire them beneath with conquering wills.
Here the church up-rose and “the old ship of State,”
Here angels meet men that listen and wait;