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Among the Hills
“What seek ye here among the hills,
What guerdon of their giving?”—
Release from sordid care that kills,
Free hearts and heaven-attempered wills,
A life superior to life's ills
On higher heights of living.
What guerdon of their giving?”—
Release from sordid care that kills,
Free hearts and heaven-attempered wills,
A life superior to life's ills
On higher heights of living.
“Where pause the mountains, to the plain
By green gradations bending,
With passionate eyes that upward strain,
What vision seek ye here in vain?”—
Loved forms we shall not find again
Till earth with heaven be blending.
By green gradations bending,
With passionate eyes that upward strain,
What vision seek ye here in vain?”—
Loved forms we shall not find again
Till earth with heaven be blending.
“Amid the mists, below the slope,
To yon dark valley roving,
What fear impels you, or what hope?”—
With loss, with loneliness to cope,
Through anguish and despair we grope
To deeper depths of loving.
To yon dark valley roving,
What fear impels you, or what hope?”—
With loss, with loneliness to cope,
Through anguish and despair we grope
To deeper depths of loving.
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