Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Not Always on the Mount May We

Not always on the mount may we
rapt in the heavenly vision be:
The shores of thought and feeling know
the Spirit's tidal ebb and flow.

'O it is good abiding here,'
We cry, the heavenly presence near:
The vision vanishes, our eyes
are lifted into vacant skies.

Yet has one such exalted hour
upon the soul redeeming power,
and in its strength, through after days,
we travel our appointed ways,

Till all the lowly vale grows bright,
transfigured in remembered light,
and in untiring souls we bear
the freshness of the upper air.

The mount for vision: but below
the paths of daily duty go,
and nobler life therein shall own
the pattern on the mountain shown.


Frederick Lucian Hosmer (1885)