Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORNING IN THE HILLS, by MARY LARKIN-COOK First Line: Mongst the hills of indiana Last Line: Mongst those indiana hills! Subject(s): Indiana | ||||||||
'Mongst the hills of Indiana Where but Nature has her way, And the vision of her grandeur Melts our troubles all away, There is quiet, peace, and beauty That would cure us of our ills -- If we'd go out in the morning 'Mongst those Indiana hills! There through haze of early morning With the quiet that it knows Comes the dawn so young and tender Where the straggling brooklet flows; But we get a clearer vision Of the new day, peaceful, fair, O'er the hills and through the valleys When the mists begin to clear. Cabins dotted o'er the landscape Send their threads of smoke on high As a tiny silver ribbon Reaching up to meet the sky, And the bobwhite in the valley Gives a call that through me thrills, As his mate will answer clearly O'er those Indiana hills! Not a trace of noise or bustle From the city's glare and din Penetrates this peace and quiet Nor may hope to enter in. Nature takes my hand and leads me Up and down o'er rocks and rills, Where the land is filled with beauties 'Mongst those Indiana hills! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SHOOTING OF JOHN DILLINGER OUTSIDE THE BIOGRAPH THEATER by DAVID WAGONER OCTOBER IN INDIANA by JOHN ROBERT MOORE THE EVERLASTING HILLS by BESSIE WILLIAMS OSMAN THE HUNDRED DAYS' MEN; ILLINOIS, MAY, 1864 by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THOMAS AND NANCY LINCOLN by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND RHYME FOR A CHILD VIEWING A NAKED VENUS IN A PAINTING by ROBERT BROWNING |
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