Beside the high pass of the Rocky road,
From slumber waking I stepped out to stand
Upon the highest place I've ever stood
Above the rim where ocean touches sand.
You stood, my brother, lost in beauty's gaze
A yard away as slumber from me passed.
Your narrowed eyes did witness granite raised
Along the boundary line of snow and grass.
Are brothers three in unity with me
In darkened slopes along this Valley's floor
As they were when we breathed Mt. Zion's wind?
What left is there to offer unto thee
Who stood with me before Mt. Hermon's door,
But Grace to you from Heaven sent from God?
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