THE HILLS

OF CONTEMPLATION

VOICES OF THE VALLEY

LEAVES OF GOLD.

ETC.

Dedication

ΤΟ

THE GREAT LOVER OF SOULS

Go, little book,

Your whisperings, may be,

For who the course of Truth can see ?—
Shall urge the faltering feet

To climb with more persistent beat
The mountain's craggy slope.

Shall lead, perchance, where patient Hope
Waits to fulfil her winged part,

And lifts all burden from the heart;

Where Joy steps in and breaks with song

The way that hitherto seemed long.

Yet more, I trust, you shall wake love in every soul For Love Himself, the Way, the Goal.—

God speed you, little book !

Fiona McKay.