| Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914. | | | | Home | | By Edward Rowland Sill |
| | | THERE lies a little city in the hills; | |
| White are its roofs, dim is each dwelling’s door, | |
| And peace with perfect rest its bosom fills. | |
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| There the pure mist, the pity of the sea, | |
| Comes as a white, soft hand, and reaches o’er | 5 |
| And touches its still face most tenderly. | |
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| Unstirred and calm, amid our shifting years, | |
| Lo! where it lies, far from the clash and roar, | |
| With quiet distance blurred, as if thro’ tears. | |
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| O heart, that prayest so for God to send | 10 |
| Some loving messenger to go before | |
| And lead the way to where thy longings end, | |
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| Be sure, be very sure, that soon will come | |
| His kindest angel, and through that still door | |
| Into the Infinite love will lead thee home. | 15 | | | |
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