Isabelle Anne Hill Collins

Isabelle Anne Hill Collins
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The Land of the Glaciers is Calling to Me
By Isabelle Collins

Her fresh running waters,
Her skies wide and free.
Her land rough and rugged
Yet teaming with life
Her mountains and valleys
Etched smooth by glaciers’ knife.
My soul merges with Her:
Her beauty, Her splendor;
I taste Her, I feel Her,
Melt into Her wonder.
I breathe Her perfume of cedar and pine,
As winds of Her Spirit now blow into mine.
Soar eagles soar! Scream over Her mountains!
As winds of Her Spirit now blow into mine.
Soar eagles soar! Scream over Her mountains!
Roar rivers roar! Stream forth from Her Fountains!
Lie there still lakes, Reflecting Her beauty.
THE LAND OF THE GLACIERS IS CALLING TO ME
Is calling to me – ever calling to me.