TO THE MOUNTAINS

O mighty mountains, time-worn guides,
On the solemn heights where the realm is free;
Your patience bespeaks the heart that bides
Through all the changes of time and glee.

With crags that reach to the skies of blue,
And paths of peace where the storm, once loud,
Bears grace and love to the air anew
And echoes of laughter light the crowd.

So let me rise in lofty song
In the graces where the Air charms echo true,
And carry my heart where I belong
By the aurora grace of your skies in view!

• Bliss Carman