ON Alpine heights the love of God is shed; He paints the morning red, The flowerets white and blue, And feeds them with his dew. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. On Alpine heights, o'er many a fragrant heath, The loveliest breezes breathe; So free and pure the air, His breath seems floating there. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. On Alpine heights, beneath his mild blue eye, Still vales and meadows lie; The soaring glacier's ice Gleams like a Paradise. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. Down Alpine heights the silvery streamlets flow; There the bold chamois go; On giddy crags they stand, And drink from his own hand. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. On Alpine heights, in troops all white as snow, The sheep and wild goats go; There, in the solitude, He fills their hearts with food. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. On Alpine heights the herdsman tends his herd; His shepherd is the Lord; For he who feeds the sheep Will sure his offspring keep. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP A NORTHERN SUBURB by JOHN DAVIDSON TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON A NICE CORRESPONDENT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON WINTER'S EVENING HYMN TO MY FIRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL GREEK ARCHITECTURE by HERMAN MELVILLE LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON SONNETS FOR PICTURES: A VENETIAN PASTORAL (BY GIOGIONE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |