Joy stands on the hilltops, Beckoning to me, Urging me to journey Up where I can see Blue skies ever smiling, Cool green fields below, Hear the songs of children Still untouched by woe. Joy stands on the hilltops, Urging me to stay, Spite of toil and trouble, To life's rugged way, Holding out a promise Of a life serene When the steeps I've mastered Lying now between. Joy stands on the hilltops, Smiling down at me, Urging me to clamber Up where I can see Over toil and trouble Far beyond despair, And I answer smiling: Some day I'll be there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SINGER OF ONE SONG by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE EXEQUY [ON HIS WIFE] by HENRY KING (1592-1669) CHRISTMAS CAROL by SARA TEASDALE LUCY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE MOUNT RUSHMORE by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN SOMEBODY'S LOVERS by PHOEBE CARY |