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Rest on a Mountain (Poem)

(Colle De La Faucille-Chamounix.)

Here for a little space I lay me down
In silence and alone,
Around me, huge peaks tower, each snowy crown
'Mid dazzling sunlight shown,
I, Nature's child, upon her bosom lean,
Mother and Queen!

Blue gentians, mountain roses, round me spread
Their colour harmony,
While first faint harbingers of sunset red
Dawn in a cloud-strewn sky,
And I look up from Summer's wealth and glow
To the Eternal Snow!

Teach me, O Mother, teach thy restless child
That quietness is strength,
That there is greater force than tempest wild;
Haply e'en I, at length
May learn the mystery that o'er thy brow
Shineth serene, as now.

I will be silent—knowing thy great soul
Doth commune here with mine,
For though around me life doth surge and roll,
Thou, like a star, dost shine
O'er all, with bright effulgence, as the sun
Stands, while the world doth run.

Life spreads below me, like yon hamlet small
Far down amid the trees;
Speak, Mother, and I shall not fear at all
The whirlpool's mysteries.
She whispers in mine ear "Be Still, and so
Thy heart shall know

That peace divine which keeps me calm and strong,
Serene amid all storms,
Live thou for others, to thyself belong
Less than to those frail forms
That claim thy strength their shield."

I rise—I must be gone,
The Hour of rest is done,
Alps upon Alps arise,
And I must on.

It is not necessary to be popular; it is only necessary to be pure.
Delay is often a necessary good, and a help to our progress.
This we shall realize in greater truth as the days pass, and it will fit us for deeper love in the future.
—P. T. J.

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