Poem May 1, 1965 Issue

THY HILL

Eleanor Pickett Hamrick

The glad hill has been touched by spring.
Bright blossom stars awakened earth.
Bird, unbound brook are offering
A thankful hymn for its rebirth.
Sharing such prodigality,
We too, dear Lord, feel close to Thee.

Yet we have fringed a higher hill—
Thine own, the hallowed hill where Love
Is king and kingdom. Closer still,
We are with Thee, we find, above
All sense, in gratefulness to be
With Mind beyond the imagery.

Eleanor Pickett Hamrick

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