Show THE PLAINS i The mountain peaks have singers every day c This Is Gods hill whereon he love < said one To dwell forever But the plain hathtfona Where open country stretches far away < And the blue heaven environs every way The strjiuge round world until the fading tona or dim blue distance loses at Gods throne Her misty features Yet tho rushes sway Musical soughing to the summer w fad > Beside tho siher stream that moving slow Mirrors the thirsty cattle as they go Knee deep among forgctnie nots And kind Smiles down the full face of the sun where red Ripen the poppies in a waning bed Christina Catherine UddelL |