O age-old mountain tall and grand, The cynosure of all the land -- So gaunt, impressive, nobly high A silhouette against the sky. When twilight shades are falling fast Thy purple shadow softly cast Illumes the hills which for a time Reflects the grandeur that is thine. A symbol of His might you stand, A masterpiece from God's own hand. I would to have this life of mine As pure and rugged, Mount, as thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |