 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
FROM THE HILLS.
From white brows flushed with heavenly morning-red,From faces beautiful with prophecy
Of the sun-gospel a new day shall see,
From cloud-wrapt shape and light-anointed head,
Out of whose gracious mystery words are said
That wake abysmal voices, and set free
Reverberations of eternity,
Down to the level ocean are we sped,
Where broken tints in wide illusion blend,
And all sounds gather into monotone.
Always unto great seers have mountains shown
Their Founder and Uprearer as man's friend.
The hills are a religion; but the sea,
O Truth, is Doubt's unanswered moan to thee!
| The poetical works of Lucy Larcom | |