Song to Beauty

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.