Snug and low

Rimmed by your mountains

crowned with snow.

Your phantom ship sails waters blue

Your sloping brow fir-scented drew

An island set where hemlocks strewn

‘Mid flowering plants and trails rock hewn

The winds that whisper along your shore

Could tell a thousand tales or more

And I a pygmy, dwarfed beside Can see the Creator’s loving hand abide.

– Maurice R. Keep