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Show What need have I of other things Or other earthly goods. 1 love these quiet shining hills The simple things of here They are to me memories Of things I hold most dear. Edward Heather THE HILLS The hills give me pleasure With autumn leaves, and colors rare Like an old fashioned garden There is beauty everywhere Let he who knows the lust of war, It's enforced need to kill Write of the hate! I only see The beauty of the hills. How unconcerned the hills, are of life's cares The woes that rob man's day of splendid things Wrapped in rose lined dark, they sleep Nor dread what tomorrow brings. Lei he who hears the shriek of death The battle maddening roar, Write of the sound and horrors cry, I have no heart for war. I only know the gentle words The familiar songs of home The hills in their autumn bloom The stately pines that stand alone And when the sky is brushed with rose and gold O'ei green and flowery woods |