THE CANADIAN ROCKIES

“I to the hills will lift mine eyes,”

Of old the Psalmist sung,

And we who clutch the worldly prize,

With Earth's distractions wrung,

Still turn our fevered fancy's gaze

Where snowy summits greet the day,

Where Nature guards her mysteries,

And Time becomes Eternity

Where, changeless in eternal change,

The Rockies clip the clouds,

And glacial lakes and granite range

Sleep, in their snowy shrouds;

Where silence hushes discontent,

And petty fears are lost in space,

The Builder of the firmament

Still meets His people, face to face!

O barren cares that bitter life,

O hopes unwisely dear,

O fruitless fallacy and strife,

O social, sham veneer!—

I to the hills will lift mine eyes,

Where mantling cloud or cornice clings,

To catch a glimpse of paradise,

And turn again — to little things!