Poem June 3, 1944 Issue

The Hills Are There

MABEL STUART CURRY

We know the hills are there.
Whether the skies are fair
Or heights are swirled with mist and cloud;
We wait in confidence to see
These symbols of eternity,
Knowing the blue will break the shroud.

So God, who was before
The hills came forth, is more
Immutable than they. Though reign
Of error veils Him from our eyes.
The tumult passes—mists will rise.
Showing His glory there again.

And all the singing hills declare
That God is always there.

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