Poem September 22, 1917 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Hills

J. ARNOLD HAUGHTON

I looked upon the steadfast hills,
And prayed that I might grow
As grand as they; their strength—it fills
My heart with rev'rence so!

Bathed in the sunlight all serene,
Majestical they stand,
Guarding the beauty of the scene
Like sentries of the land.

Ah, grassy slopes, your restful shade
Reflects the deepened calm
Which now my sense its own hath made,
Like rhythm of a psalm.

So let there grow upon my thought
A knowledge of that Love
Whose hand in noble shape hath wrought
Truth's hills that soar above.

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