XXXIX
HORIZONS
HORIZONS
My heart gives thanks for yonder hill
That makes this valley safe and still;
That shuts from sight my onward way,
And sets a limit to my day;
That keeps my thoughts, so tired and weak,
From seeking what they should not seek.
On that fair bound across the west,
My eyes find pasturage and rest,
And of its dewy stillness drink,
As do the stars upon its brink;
It shields me from the day to come,
And makes the present hour my home.
That makes this valley safe and still;
That shuts from sight my onward way,
And sets a limit to my day;
That keeps my thoughts, so tired and weak,
From seeking what they should not seek.
On that fair bound across the west,
My eyes find pasturage and rest,
And of its dewy stillness drink,
As do the stars upon its brink;
It shields me from the day to come,
And makes the present hour my home.
Deeper will be my rest to-night
For this near calmness of the height;
Its steadfast boundary will keep
My harbored spirit while I sleep;
Yet somewhere on its wooded sides
To-morrow's onward pathway hides,
And I shall wake at early morn
To find a world beyond, new-born.
For this near calmness of the height;
Its steadfast boundary will keep
My harbored spirit while I sleep;
Yet somewhere on its wooded sides
To-morrow's onward pathway hides,
And I shall wake at early morn
To find a world beyond, new-born.
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