On High

Of how many cities brought to light,

how many cities are there left to find?

and who could search them all?

There hide two for every one,

I was daunted by the sum.

Of all the ascents that I contrive

all of the summits seemed at first so high

For every mile there

I see two that lay ahead

'Till a great light

burned a new sight

of what years hold

Days could not know.

Of everything with the morning, and

everything in time.

Oh, Everything is smaller

when you see it from on high

From the earth to the ocean

I see another state of mind

Everything with the morning, son

will put all your fears to flight

What the years hold

days cannot know