Alleluia Height Yea, constant through the changeful year, This queenly Height commands our praise.
To stand in meek unflinching hardihood When fortune blows its storm of fright, And work to full effect that good Resolved in open days of clearer sight-O, this is worth!
That daily sees the soul To braver liberties give birth, That heeds not time's annoy, And hears surrounding voices roll Perennial circumstance of joy.
Then come not only when the springtime blows The old familiar strangeness of its breath Across the long-lain snows, And chants her resurrected songs About the tombs of death;Nor yet when summer glows In roseate throngs And works her plenitude of deeds By tangled dells and waving meads, Come here in beauty's pilgrimage:
Nor when the autumn reads Illuminate her page With tints of magicry besprent Of iridescent wonderment-(As scrolls in old monastic towers, Done in an earnest far-off age).
But choose to come in winter hours To see how character can live, How noble character will give Through desolate distress And cold neglect's duress, The fulness of its powers And win the soul its victor sign.
Yea, come when in a peasant gown, Amid the ample banners of the pine,
