Molest them not; thus age with deadening spell

Benumbs our ears, yet near each lonely peak

Sing mountain birds, sunbeams each summit crown.

From highest heaven thus God’s saints may seek

Refuge in thoughts divine, though long years drown

Earth’s sounds; on mountain crest reposed the Ark,

Our home above shines clear, as earth grows dark.

M. P.

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