Child Of The Roaming Hills Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The
Beauty
In
The
Soul
The
Peaks
Of
Our
Civilization
As
Is
And
As
To
Be
Such
Beauty
In
The
Soul!

Child of the roaming hills and
Dales and slanting pines
Your eyes be big
Big as your mirrored heart
In them
There's beauty in hearts too
There's beauty in the sacrifice
There's beauty in the pain
The pinch of cruel destiny
You roam, your roam, you roam,
Pain brings wrinkles to your
Lovely face;
Then wrinkles go only return
Again.
And
As the phoenix ancient rise.
There's beauty, Child, inside your
Stormy eyes.
There's beauty inside your stormy Soul,
The restless Inner Soul of irrequietude
There's beauty