THE mountain statelier lifts his blue-veiled head, While, drawing near, we meet him face to face. Here, as on holy ground, we softly tread; Yet, with a tender and paternal grace, He gives the wild-flowers in his lap a place: They climb his sides, as fondled infants might, And wind around him, in a light embrace, Their summer drapery, pink and clinging white. Great hearts have largest room to bless the small; Strong natures give the weaker home and rest: So Christ took little children to his breast, And, with a reverence more profound, we fall In the majestic presence that can give Truth's simplest message: "'T is by love ye live." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA FREDERICK DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BELLS OF HEAVEN by RALPH HODGSON BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 79. THE MONOCHORD by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONGS OF MIRZA SCHAFFY, SELECTION by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT A MAN'S DEBT by FRED EMERSON BROOKS LINES TO JULIA M --; SENT WITH A COPY OF THE AUTHOR'S POEMS by THOMAS CAMPBELL |