O frozen beauty on the heights, Snow clad peaks that few would dare, Seen from thirty-thousand feet, A dream vision beyond compare. O beauty in the forest's heart Scent of hemlock groves and pine, I would ever wander there And merge my silent soul with thine. O beauty of the fragrant fields Where I have walked and found relief Shuffling off these mortal woes, The pain of loss, the sting of grief. O beauty that I cannot see, But bow before thy divinity.
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