S. D. Patterson.
I see my mother’s calm, sad face
Look through the mist of by-gone years;
And from yon high and holy place,
Her accents come unto mine ears,
To bid me hope amid my fears.
Egone.
MOUNTAIN.
As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about his people from henceforth even for ever.—Psalm cxxv. 2.