Vigil and vision New Sonnets by John Payne |
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THE HILLS WHENCE MY HELP COMETH. |
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THE HILLS WHENCE MY HELP COMETH.
MY thought still harbours where the silence fillsThe far majestic mountains, as they reign,
Kings crowned with silver, o'er the subject plain.
Whether, rose-vestured, in the morning's sills
They stand or, with the sunset's flaming rills
Imperial purple clad, they glow or stain
With blue the distances of noon inane,
My heart is with the everlasting hills.
There, on those summits where the Immortals dwell,
With clouds and fires and thunders fenced about
'Gainst the profane, as he of Israël
That was the song-voice saith, still hope for me
Of help abideth and I look thereout
To have deliverance in days to be.
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