(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

THE OAK ON THE MOUNTAIN'S SUMMIT
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THE OAK ON THE MOUNTAIN'S SUMMIT



Oh, mountain monarch, at whose
     feet I stand, - 
Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies
     clasp thy hand, - 
Nature divine, in harmony profound,
With peaceful presence hath begirt thee
     round.

And thou, majestic oak, from yon high place
Guard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's
     embrace, - 
And from thy lofty summit, pouring down
Thy sheltering shade, her noonday glories
     crown?

Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel,
To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;
A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth me
To love the Hebrew figure of a tree.

Faithful and patient be my life as thine;
As strong to wrestle with the storms of time;
As deeply rooted in a soil of love;
As grandly rising to the heavens above.


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