Where Eagles Cry

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