Away To The Hills

A HOLIDAY SONG.

Away to the hills, away!-- There is health in the summer air;-- The rustling bough, and the bending spray, And the breath of flowers are there-- The honey-bee's hum and the wild bird's song, And sunshine and summer winds all day long!

Away to the hills, away! There are peace and calmness there-- White cloudlets floating in light all day Through the blue transparent air,-- Rose-tinted mornings and noontides rare, And sunsets of crimson and gold are there!

Away to the hills, away! From your weariness and care-- From toil that has held on with tyrant sway, To quiet and calmness there; And bask in the beauty and bloom that fills The cool, sweet depths of the summer hills!