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Easterside, Bilsdale
(THE MOUNTAIN WHICH BOUNDS AND DOMINATES THE DALE)
I lift my brow to meet the morning lightAnd catch the earliest blush of breaking day;
And to the slumbering dale below, I say,
Up and put on the Christian's armour bright,
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As I live mine: then, as at evening grey,
My summit warms with a soft parting ray,
Ye shall have comfort at the approach of night.
To me was given the Eastern sky to face,
And bear the old-world name of Easterside,
A silent prophecy of coming Grace:
'Tis yours to look to Him, your joy and pride—
To serve the Risen One, each in your place—
And steadfast as the hills in Him abide!
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