In a Belgian Garden and Other Poems

<SPAN name="swiss"></SPAN> <h3> On a Swiss Mountain<br/> </h3> <p class="poem"> Lad, the mighty hills are calling,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Hills of promise gleaming bright,</SPAN><br/> And the floods of sunshine falling<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fill their deepest vales with light.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> There the young dawn's golden fire<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Beckons to a brighter day,</SPAN><br/> Untrod paths of youths' desire,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Heights unconquered far away.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Steep and dark and spectre-haunted<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Winds the pathway to the height;</SPAN><br/> Sturdy youth with heart undaunted<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Deems the toiling short and light.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Short or long, an easy Master,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Gives each tired toiler rest,</SPAN><br/> Counts not failure or disaster<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">If the striving be the best.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Go lad, go, 'tis Life that calls you,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Mates of old must soothe their pain,</SPAN><br/> Mindless of whate'er befalls you<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">If but honour still remain.</SPAN><br/></p> <br/><br/><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />