She’s like a mountain I could climb
And never lose my way,
And, though I’d fall from time to time,
That wouldn’t spoil my day.
To look down from her giddy height
And see the world below
Would bring the hardest heart delight
And make its juices flow.
And I, who’s made of flesh and blood,
Am moved much more than that;
I’m like the ark that foiled the Flood,
And she’s my Ararat.
And, when I do ascend her peak,
I’m conscious there’s no need to speak.
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