PHILOSOPHY
THE HILL-TOPS
Thereare cloudy, sullen skies,But what of that?There are discontented eyes,But what of that?When the day is gloomiest,Over on the hill-tops westThere is sunshine. Brother, bestThink of that.There are dour looks enough,But what of that?Tasks forbidding, hard and rough,But what of that?Though the vale the weather spoils,On the hill-tops there are milesOf old Sol’s unconquered smiles;What of that?Living in the valley long,Maybe thatQuenched the laughter and the song;But for that,Hearts might look to higher hills,Kissed by sun and full of rills,Smiling over cares and ills.Think of that!
Thereare cloudy, sullen skies,But what of that?There are discontented eyes,But what of that?When the day is gloomiest,Over on the hill-tops westThere is sunshine. Brother, bestThink of that.There are dour looks enough,But what of that?Tasks forbidding, hard and rough,But what of that?Though the vale the weather spoils,On the hill-tops there are milesOf old Sol’s unconquered smiles;What of that?Living in the valley long,Maybe thatQuenched the laughter and the song;But for that,Hearts might look to higher hills,Kissed by sun and full of rills,Smiling over cares and ills.Think of that!
Thereare cloudy, sullen skies,But what of that?There are discontented eyes,But what of that?When the day is gloomiest,Over on the hill-tops westThere is sunshine. Brother, bestThink of that.
Thereare cloudy, sullen skies,
But what of that?
There are discontented eyes,
But what of that?
When the day is gloomiest,
Over on the hill-tops west
There is sunshine. Brother, best
Think of that.
There are dour looks enough,But what of that?Tasks forbidding, hard and rough,But what of that?Though the vale the weather spoils,On the hill-tops there are milesOf old Sol’s unconquered smiles;What of that?
There are dour looks enough,
But what of that?
Tasks forbidding, hard and rough,
But what of that?
Though the vale the weather spoils,
On the hill-tops there are miles
Of old Sol’s unconquered smiles;
What of that?
Living in the valley long,Maybe thatQuenched the laughter and the song;But for that,Hearts might look to higher hills,Kissed by sun and full of rills,Smiling over cares and ills.Think of that!
Living in the valley long,
Maybe that
Quenched the laughter and the song;
But for that,
Hearts might look to higher hills,
Kissed by sun and full of rills,
Smiling over cares and ills.
Think of that!