When I look on Ossipee

When I look on Ossipee
Not the hill alone I see;
Not the hill I see to-day
Fair and large and distant gray,
But a mountain richly bright,
Shining with eternal light.
Fashioned in a fearful past,
Born to be while life shall last,
Yet I fear thee not, but know
Thou shalt ever with me go.
I shall see thee, I shall find
The vision ever in the mind,
Given to me one happy hour
And received by me in power;
I shall never know the day
When thy touch has passed away;
For thy spirit, Ossipee,
Has become a part of me.

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