Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)
A Mountain Fantasy
CLOSE to each mountain's towering peak A white cloud leans its tearful cheek, Till all its soul of mystic pain Dissolves in slow, soft, vaporous rain. Thus, when our heart-griefs seek aright Some heavenly Thought's majestic height, Their passion, touched by loftier air, Dissolves in tender mists of prayer!
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