Across the hills the cattle call...

Across the hills the cattle call . . . . . . . . . . As black the boding shadows fall; Zigzag the lightning writes its message That's thundered forth from the mountain wall.

From out the overhanging frown The loosened rain comes rattling down! The swallow's gone, the daisy cowers— But joy to fields in their tan and brown!

The burnished cypher of the sky Now lets the loud-tongued thunder die. Nature's delight, a timeless rapture, Glows in her face and rekindled eye.