Deep in a heart that is foolish and young.


SONG.

To one whose footsteps fall
Upon a mountain's height,
Earth must seem very small,
And heaven infinite.

Then why do misty tears
Conceal each lofty crest,
If earth so far appears,
So near the land of rest?

Hush! for the mists withdraw
The Hidden shines in bliss;
Who in a valley saw
A heaven-light like this?

I think when earth can speak
(She will one of these days),
That every mountain-peak
Will give a shout of praise.




I did not care for the song that I sang;
I was not thinking of mountains at all;