New Poem Draft II

Toward light in solitary grace      8
I walked the mile onto  a hill        8
To one  accomadating place        8
Designed upon this hallowed face  8
To silence even birds so still.        8

Upon this wooded lush retreat    8
On an island off coastal Maine    8
A mountain wakens there to meet  8
The sun North America seeks        8
The first light a hemisphere claims.  8

Present in wooded lush retreat        8
I knew a calming of my soul            8
Height where only sun to meet        8
And mark the clouded magic peak    8
Toward Heaven's ends alone bestows.  8

This day prepared in such a sight  8
Heretold so soon will once begin    8
As men adrift in nature's right        8
Soon know the treasures God's delight.  8
Delivered by the softest wind.          8

One island holds the highest peak        8
And through the eastern cloud surveys  8
Where North America does seek            8
The purest light for Man's release          8
Reveling in humble praise this day          9