Hills
F. La Forge
I want my hills! Hills!
The trail that scorns the hollows
So let me hold my way by nothing halted
Until at close of day I stand exalted!
High on my hills to dream
Dear hills that know me.
And then how fair will seem the lands below me.
How pure at vesper time the far bells chiming God!
Give me hills to climb!
Hills! Hills!
And strength for climbing.