THE HOME AMONG THE HILLS.
MIDWAY between these towering hills
One lonely human dwelling;
The circling acres, culture swept,
Its little history telling!
One lonely human dwelling;
The circling acres, culture swept,
Its little history telling!
On either hand the meadow land
Makes fair the mountain spaces
With golden reach of buttercups
And silver drift of daisies.
Makes fair the mountain spaces
With golden reach of buttercups
And silver drift of daisies.
Behind, the massive forest wall
Before, the river running;
And close about the little cot
The signs of human cunning:
Before, the river running;
And close about the little cot
The signs of human cunning:
The signs so homely and so sweet
That draw us to each other,
And make the daily life of man
Familiar to his brother.
That draw us to each other,
And make the daily life of man
Familiar to his brother.
We know the hand at early morn
That cottage hearth-fire kindling;
We watched the dropping of this corn
We wait its purple spindling!
That cottage hearth-fire kindling;
We watched the dropping of this corn
We wait its purple spindling!
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