YOU who are born of the hills, Hill-bred, lover of hills, Though the world may not treat you aright, Though your soul be aweary with ills: This will you know above other men, In the hills you will find your peace again. You who were nursed on the heights, Hill-bred, lover of skies, Though your love and your hope and your heart, Though your trust be hurt till it dies: This will you know above other men, In the hills you will find your faith again. You who are brave from the winds, Hill-bred, lover of winds, Though the God whom you know seems dim, Seems lost in a mist that blinds: This will you know above other men, In the hills you will find your God again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND IN A GONDOLA by ROBERT BROWNING A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN EPITAPH ON THOMAS CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER by HENRY HOWARD AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH THE KID by MATTHEW ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 36. GOLD THE PICKLOCK by PHILIP AYRES EPITAPH ON ONE DROWNED IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |