Owning, in each young suppliant glance, the sign
Of claims upon a heritage divine.
MOUNTAIN SANCTUARIES.
“He went up to a mountain apart to pray.”
A child midst ancient mountains I have stood,
Where the wild falcons make their lordly nest
On high. The spirit of the solitude
Fell solemnly upon my infant breast,
Though then I pray’d not; but deep thoughts have press’d
Into my being since it breathed that air,