The towering Alps reach high to the sky,
Too tall for me, busy pursuer of life, to climb
But my gaze lingers there;
I long for something secure
Surely brought by on the wing of time.
Written in Oberammergau, Germany, 1960, during midday break at the Passion Play.
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