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Show AYiscellanv Hills. i I never loved your plains: ! Your gentle valleys. I Tour drowsy country lanes ! And pleached alleys. i I want my hills! the trail 1 That scorns the hollotc. Up, HP' the ragffod whale Where few will follow. Up, over wooded crest And mossy boulder "With strong thigh, heavinf Chest, And 'swinging shoulder. So lot me hold my way, By nothing: halted. Until, iat close of day, I stand, exalted, - I-Iljrh on -my hills of dream Dear hills that know me! And then, how fair will ecem The lands below me, Hw pure, at vesper-time. The far bell? chiming! God, give m. hlllp to climb. And strength for climbing! Arthur Guiterman In Current Opinion. |