Esther Popel

Grant Me Strength

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Give me the strength
Of verdant hills
Washed clean by summer rain;

Of purple hills
At peace when weary Day
Sinks quietly to rest
In Night's cool arms;


Of rugged, wind-whipped hills
That lift their heads
Above the petty, lowland, valley things,
And shake their shoulders free
Of bonds that hold
Them close to earth;


Of snow-capped hills
Sun-kissed by day, by night
Companioned by the stars;


Of grim volcanoes
Pregnant with the fires
Of molten fury!


Grant me strength,
Great God,
Like that of hills!

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