On a Hill
Reading edition
Spring on a wind-swept hill! The grass at our feet Sheered into waves of light! Spring, and the woodbird’s trill! Spring, and the stars of night Turned dewdrops glist’ning sweet. Earth-chained we stand, Thinking unearthly things, Looking across the land, Over the hills, beyond the sea, Our souls on tireless wings Soaring Eternity. Spring! oh, the wind’s rush In the joyous trees! Oh, wide, free sky, and white Laughing clouds! And the hush When, as a musician’s might, God’s Hand rests on His keys.
Irene Rutherford McLeod
Traveller’s Joy
Whose farthest footstep never strayed beyond the village of his birth Is but a lodger for the night in this old wayside inn of earth. Tomorrow he shall take his pack and set out for the ways beyond On the old trail from star to star, an alien and a vagabond.
Richard Hovey