To watch Monadnock and the miles that met

In slow-ascending slopes of peace.

She said: “When I am here, I find release

From every petty debt I owe,

The goods I bring with me increase,

The ills are riven

And blown away. And there remains a single debt

Toward all the world for me,

A single duty and one destiny.”

“There shall be many births of God

In this humanity,”

She said, “and many crucifixions on the hills,

Before we learn that where Christ trod

We all shall tread; and as he died to give

Himself to us, we too shall die—and live.”

“Though slowly knowledge comes, yet in the birth

Is joy,” said Celia, “joy

As well as pain:

The clear and clouded beauty of the earth.

.... This I forget in cities. For cities are a great

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