A HOME BESIDE THE HILLS.
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IwOuld farmers life were mine!

 O, for home beside the hills,- Among the trees where focks recline-

 And the pqfe dew of heaven distils: Where grateful breezes fan the cheek.

 And living blossoms scent the air: Where vale, and hill, and streamlet speak, And the Creators love declare. For a secluded life I :i sig h. ..~ :. My soul detests the noise, and strife, The heavy air and dusty sky,

 The endless cares of city life: To mingle with the bustling throng,

 feel my spirit was not made For when hear the wildwood song,

 Grandeur and love my soul pervade. feel at home when I can stray

 In sunny glens and dreamy woods, And see the rippling streams that play

 Amid the lonely solitudes- l love to finger all alone,

 Anc list the music of the breeze; Sometimes swe eet and mournful tone, It plays among the whispering trees. A life among the hills. ask 'Tis all ask. O God ofthee- ., That may in thy sunshine bask,

 With skies 90 pure, and winds so free: Where, night and morning, can feel, A peace within-a love to all- With not care my joys to steal,

 Till thou shalt for my spirit call.