A storm may rage in the world below, <br />It may tear great trees apart; <br />But here on the mountain top, I know <br />That it cannot touch my heart. <br /> <br />I have struggled up through the lightning's glare, <br />I have walked where the cliffs fell sheer <br />To a gorge below, but I breathed a prayer, <br />And my soul passed doubt and fear! <br /> <br />Here on the mountain top the air <br />Is clear as a silver song; <br />And the sun is warm on my unbound hair; <br />AND WHAT THOUGH THE WAY WAS LONG? <br /> <br />What though the way was steep and bleak, <br />And what though the road was hard? <br />I stand at last on the mountain peak, <br />With my eyes upraised to God! <br /> <br />A storm may sweep through the world below, <br />It may rend great rocks apart; <br />But here on the crest of the world I know <br />That it cannot touch my heart.<br /><br />Margaret Elizabeth Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peaks-2/
