My Hills Of Dreams - Poem by Arthur Guiterman
High on my hills of dreams -
Dear hills that know me!
And then how fair will seem
The land below me!
How pure, at vesper-time
The far bells chiming!
God, give me hills to climb
And strength for climbing.
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