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THE DISTANT MOUNTAIN-RANGE by LUCY LARCOM

First Line: THEY BECKON FROM THEIR SUNSET DOMES AFAR
Last Line: DREAMS OF A GLORY DEEPER THAN HE SEES.
Subject(s): BLUE MOUNTAINS, MAINE;
THEY beckon from their sunset domes afar,
Light's royal priesthood, the eternal hills:
Though born of earth, robed of the sky they are;
And the anointing radiance heaven distils
On their high brows, the air with glory fills.
The portals of the west are opened wide;
And lifted up, absolved from earthly ills,
All thoughts, a reverent throng, to worship glide.
The hills interpret heavenly mysteries,
The mysteries of Light, -- an open book
Of Revelation: see, its leaves unfold
With crimson borderings, and lines of gold!
Where the rapt reader, though soul-deep his look,
Dreams of a glory deeper than he sees.



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