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I must be off where the green boughs beckon -- / Why should I linger to barter and reckon? / The mart may pay me -- the mart may cheat me, / I have had enough of the huckster's din, / The calm of the deep woods waits to greet me, / (Heart of the high hills, take me in.)
I must be off where the brooks are waking, / Where birds are building and green leaves breaking. / Why should the hold of an old task bind me? / I know of an eyrie I fain would win / Where a wind of the West shall seek me and find me, / (Heart of my high hills, take me in.)
I must be off where the stars are nearer, / Where feet go swifter and eyes see clearer, / Little I heed what the toilers name me -- / I have heard the call that to miss were sin, / The April voices that clamour and claim me, / (Heart of my high hills, take me in.)