Poems (Edwards)/Away to the Hills
AWAY TO THE HILLS.
Away! away! to the bright green hills,
Where the flowers in light are blooming,
Where the zephyrs poise on airy wings
To drink their sweet perfuming;
Where the songs of rills are heard around
Like the voice of spirits stealing,
And the mournful call of the wood-dove wild
With the song of the lark is pealing.
Where the flowers in light are blooming,
Where the zephyrs poise on airy wings
To drink their sweet perfuming;
Where the songs of rills are heard around
Like the voice of spirits stealing,
And the mournful call of the wood-dove wild
With the song of the lark is pealing.
Away! away! to the hills away,
There are friends, kind friends to greet us,
There are gentle eyes to face our own,
And loving smiles to meet us;
There are soothing words from affection's lips,
And hearts with gladness bounding,
Away to the hills, to the bright green hills,
Where nature's harp is sounding
With the songs of birds and the voice of rills,
And the breath of zephyrs singing,
'Till the rocks and trees and the valleys deep,
With the notes of joy are ringing.
There are friends, kind friends to greet us,
There are gentle eyes to face our own,
And loving smiles to meet us;
There are soothing words from affection's lips,
And hearts with gladness bounding,
Away to the hills, to the bright green hills,
Where nature's harp is sounding
With the songs of birds and the voice of rills,
And the breath of zephyrs singing,
'Till the rocks and trees and the valleys deep,
With the notes of joy are ringing.