Renascence

I rest in solitude on mountain height

the burden of my soul has taken flight

the longed-for distant home within my sight

I know I shall escape the coming night

the sweat of childhood pain has left at last

the river’s cool relief forever past

the earthly joys that God has given me

‘midst Midcoast’s valleys, hills, and rolling sea,

the growing fields of mem’ry hasten me

to deeper joys upon that distant lea.

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