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Up Up the Mountain of Sacrifice You Father I view and view Again Mounting slow Stopping often to Take breath that Always so often left you. I felt the pain and Endured sacrifice with you. I saw the snow caps of the mountain The Mountain of Sacrifice And In my younger age stood Fearsome and awed Prepared for more of effort: But you Noble father continued Continued trudging on and On In your own way Humble and noble yet With head held high and Eyes upon the heavens and The skies that smiled. To me Spoke you without speaking. To me You taught without teaching. Father noble of the Pain and Suffering Who ascended so often The noble Mountain of Sacrifice Not Out of penance But of own discipline For you In your sweet greatness Realized That you had to depart From that power glory And brilliance that was Yours so long So long years Grown little by little So many years: You did all You did out of the beauty Of the Soul that in you Glimmered as the seas and Oceans great before the Dawn Announcing to weary Earth the New day. And that was nobility of body And more of Soul The fire that still burnt As when young in the Inner Soul Your heraldry of beauty and nobleness, My father.