 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
THE DISTANT RANGE.
They beckon from their sunset domes afar,Light's royal priesthood, the eternal hills:
Though born of earth, robed of the sky they are;
And the anointing radiance heaven distils
On their high brows, the air with glory fills.
The portals of the west are opened wide;
And lifted up, absolved from earthly ills,
All thoughts, a reverent throng, to worship glide.
The hills interpret heavenly mysteries,
The mysteries of Light—an open book
Of Revelation: see, its leaves unfold
With crimson borderings, and lines of gold,
Where the rapt reader, though soul-deep his look,
Dreams of a glory deeper than he sees!
| The poetical works of Lucy Larcom | |