On the heights we stand at last,
Stand where eagles cry.
To attain the goal we set,
Have we climbed too high?
From the valleys down below
Laughter echoes, ringing.
In this finer air we breathe
We hear angels singing;
Yet we miss the human touch--
Have we climbed and lost too much?
Chromatones
Second MFCP State Contest, Fall 1952
