Lilla (Cabot) Perry

WHERE snowy peaks on peaks reach to the sky,

And giant solitudes stretch far around,

Where undulating whiteness on the ground

And clouds scarce whiter far above me lie,

What is it that so lifts my soul on high?

While all is silence but for the faint sound

Of mountain torrents in yon chasm profound

That seek the ocean, though they know not why.

Great Life above us all, does my soul seek

Thee, as the unconscious torrent seeks the sea?

Is it Thy greatness that I feel in me,

This sense of life and beauty, that doth speak

To every fibre of my bounding heart,

That leaps to know Thee whole, myself a part?