Scottish Poetry Selection
- The Hills
The HillsI was not born among the hills;
I never knew them as a boy;
They came to me a later joy;
Yet more and more my spirit fills
With all the sonhood sense of home
Whenever to their heart I come.
They dream of ages lost in night;
They lift their gaze beyond the sea
Awaiting ages yet to be;
They change with every change of light;
Yet through their endless change express
A deeper endless changelessness.
Their solace, whencesoever drawn,
Awaits me, sure as mother's love;
And whether lightning leaps above,
Or but the earliest shaft of dawn,
Their presence brings the same release;
I see the hills, and am at peace.
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