Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, UNTO THE HILLS, by CHARLES HENRY MACKINTOSH


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UNTO THE HILLS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I lift my eyes unto the friendly hills
Last Line: My eyes, my voice, to thank him for this gift.
Subject(s): Holidays; Mountains; Thanksgiving; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


I lift my eyes unto the friendly hills:
They reach up to the heavens for the rain,
Returning it, through countless brooks and rills,
To brim the rivers rolling through the plain
To irrigate the earth, ripen the grain,
And grind it, as the racing water spills
To spin the dynamos of mighty mills,
Before returning to the sea again.

And then the endless circuit is repeated,
From sea to hill, from hill again to sea,
A thousand needed tasks are all completed
By nothing more than water, flowing free,
The gift of God . . . and, from His hills, I lift
My eyes, my voice, to thank Him for this gift.





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