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Show The Call of the Hills. I list its sound in the night. The surge song of the sea: I mark it, a welter of white Or gray with the driven rainf I watch it broad and bright, A sapphire harmony But the hills call and the rills cal, - so it's ho for the hills again! The ships go wavering by. And fade on the faint sea rim; Graceful the white gulls fly. Their cry like a far refrain: The low wind comes like a high From the outer islands dim-But dim-But the hills call and the rills call, so it's ho for the hills again! I turn my back on the foam. On the long curved line of shore. On the dunes and the reedy loam And the murmur of the main. O, the hill man seeks his home As the sailor the ocean's roar! Hark! the hills call and the rills call, so it's ho for the hills again! Clinton Scollard. |