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The hills look down on wood and stream, / On orchard-land and farm; / And o'er the hills the azure-gray / Of heaven bends the livelong day / With thoughts of calm and storm.
On wood and stream the hills look down, / On farm and orchard-land; / And o'er the hills she came to me / Through wildrose-brake and blackberry, / The hill wind hand in hand.
The hills look down on home and field, / On wood and winding stream; / And o'er the hills she came along, / Upon her lips a woodland song, / And in her eyes, a dream.
On home and field the hills look down, / On stream and vistaed wood; / And breast-deep, with disordered hair, / Fair in the wildrose tangle there, / A sudden space she stood.
O hills, that look on rock and road, / On grove and harvest-field, / To whom God giveth rest and peace, / And slumber, that is kin to these, / And visions unrevealed!
O hills, that look on road and rock, / On field and fruited grove, / What now is mine of peace and rest / In you! since entered at my breast / God's sweet unrest of love!