To a Mount Girl
Mary Jo Camilletti '64
I am told to paint a portrait
Of the girl upon yon hill
And she must live upon my canvas
And she must move through ever still.
In her eyes there must be laughter
And a glint of golden sun
Which will ripple-round in rain time
And stay till blue skies come.
There is movement--constant movement
She is never, never still.
If I once thought I could paint her
I know now I never will.
She must paint her own life-portrait
While she lives upon yon hill.
A portrait fair or not so
Let her paint it as she will.
May each stroke be wisely chosen
May fulfilled be every need
May God paint his own sweet image
In her every thought and deed.
May her portrait ever-lasting
Some sad heart with laughter fill
May Jesus bless this little woman
Who lives upon yon hill.