The Path Up the hill

And that path
Taken once to the hill,
Had been a lonely one,
But then, those flags
They had the prayers in them,
And the wall of the rock,
It was so still and hard,
Cold too,
And those sage like trees,
They had been there for ages
It seemed,

They gave the air its pure back
All the time,
As they murmured,
Only Peace mildly
Like accumulated drops
Of dew upon my wandering heart,

And tell me,
Now that Thou hath
Peeped into me,
Bringing Your sweet charms,
Right into my writes
Soul to soul
Now that we converse
Without words,

Mind to mind
Now that we each other
Clearly see,

If I dye by your serene
Will, all faults be mine?



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