Paths of Glory

Leafy pillars tall, build the halls of green
And line the beaten paths of the ancient ground
Winding upwards through the grassy mounds of earth
Cut by rocky crystal steams
Climbing higher to where the air is thin
Leading to the place where only eagles play
And silence is the language spoken,
In that place where the voice of God is heard!

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