Up to the hills -- the hills of midnight blue, That far unfold their pinnacles sublime, And in encircling splendor flaunt to view The utmost charm and beauty of their prime -- I went in awe and deep solemnity, And mutely gazed at towering spruce and pine; Then in enraptured moment high and free, I felt their strength and loveliness were mine. Down from the hills I came to somber ways, With peace and sweet refreshment in my heart, The better for a higher song of praise, The nobler for that wondrous day apart. O hills of blue, put wayward thoughts to shame, And lift to heights that ever arch and flame! |