ON Alpine heights the love of God is shed; He paints the morning red, The flowerets white and blue, And feeds them with his dew. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. On Alpine heights, o'er many a fragrant heath, The loveliest breezes breathe; So free and pure the air, His breath seems floating there. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. On Alpine heights, beneath his mild blue eye, Still vales and meadows lie; The soaring glacier's ice Gleams like a Paradise. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. Down Alpine heights the silvery streamlets flow; There the bold chamois go; On giddy crags they stand, And drink from his own hand. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. On Alpine heights, in troops all white as snow, The sheep and wild goats go; There, in the solitude, He fills their hearts with food. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. On Alpine heights the herdsman tends his herd; His shepherd is the Lord; For he who feeds the sheep Will sure his offspring keep. On Alpine heights a loving Father dwells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG A SONG OF PANAMA by ALFRED DAMON RUNYON A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON IF YOU PLAY A GAME OF CHANCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE STEPS OF THE COMMANDER by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |