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OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.
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If love in its silence be greater, stronger
Than million promises, sighs, or tears—
I will wait upon Him a little longer
Who holdeth the balance of our years.

Little white clouds, like angels flying,
Bring the spring with you across the sea—
Loving or losing, living or dying,
Lord, remember, remember me!


OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.
A LITTLE bird flew my window by,
'Twixt the level street and the level sky,
The level rows of houses tall,
The long low sun on the level wall;
And all that the little bird did say
Was, "Over the hills and far away."

A little bird sang behind my chair,
From the level line of corn-fields fair,
The smooth green hedgerow's level bound
Not a furlong off—the horizon's bound,
And the level lawn where the sun all day
Burns:—"Over the hills and far away."