There is a hut atop a hill,

That casts to earth a glowing light,

From every wall and every floor.

It shines its beams into the night,

And brings to men the tidings of

      a heavenly place that is not seen

Except by those who visit it

      in spirit or in nighttime dreams.

This little hut, so poor and bare,

So empty of all worldly wealth,

Remains the highest point on earth,

      for those who climb to higher realms,

And without any heralding

That shouts its name or sings its praise,

It brings to earth the blessings of

     a light that shines through darkest days.

 

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