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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUT OF THE HILLS, by IRENE ARCHER First Line: Out of the hills shall come an endless singing Last Line: As the hill folds her children on her breast to sleep. | |||
Out of the hills shall come an endless singing, An anthem, aeons old, flung to the sky; and down through vales come ageless echoes ringing, Bright overtones of faith that cannot die. Across the hills tramp strong, brown gypsy brothers, Clan of a rustic race who know no fear, Born of faithful, sturdy, toiling mothers, Who taught their youths to stay the futile tear. Up from the soil spring wonders of creation, Who trample the misty peaks to a new-found day; These are the brawn and sinew of our nation, Carrying their clean ideals to the far away. Purple shadows lengthen across the deep As the hill folds her children on her breast to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO GRANDMOTHERS by IRENE ARCHER ASOLANDO: NOW by ROBERT BROWNING ONLY ONE MOTHER by GEORGE COOPER CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE FOOL'S PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 3. GENOA by ALBERTA BANCROFT |
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