Let
me be clean as the wind on the mountain, sweeping over the height,
Let me be clear as the moon in heaven, beautiful, free and bright,
Let me be firm as the bare crags unyielding, rugged to face
the storm,
Let me be kindly as sunshine at morning, living and near and
warm.
Give
me the majesty born of the mountains, majesty bred of space,
Give me humility low as the valley rifts, temper my might with
grace,
Touch with the beauty of dawn on the hillside all the hope of
my youth,
Teach me to look upon lands of far distances, help me to see
the truth.
God,
Thou Creator of man and of mountain, grant me to live and die,
With my spirit set firm on the heights of God, under Thy naked
sky,
Teach me to climb unrestrained and unfettered, that when Thou
shalt call my soul,
There shall be but a step from glory to glory –May I fall
near to Thy goal!
Patricia
St John.
(A poem written during school days – 1933 – 1937)