Voice Of The Mountain Top Poem by George Samuel

A voice on the mountain top
Set sight at every nestle drop
Swings high wings to ease all prove
But just beyond the mountain far above
Dwell much creatures of mighty eagle wings
That flew the aid that nature sings
Which rule them of wings and feet
Yet subject to the master calls to meet
And birds hold wings on earth high they fly
Reduce in heaven wondrous sky
That none of wings may yonder live
Or beyond the third firmament believe
To whom all glory shall be
For things beneath bound or free
Their glory fades away the sun kiss the dew
Each has a monitoring shadow not new
Wonders about with once upon a time
Even say little or limit their prime
Like little bird on the mountain cries
Till it voice fades to meet the skies