Glad that I was born to this: Hills that breast above the hollow Calling me, with burning bliss Winged, I lift my heels and follow. Glad that I was born to know Hills that stand with piny crest. Wet with rain and melting snow, Cone-tipped trees I love the best. Born to know a meadow-brook, Babbling, prattling, infant-wise. Born to love the flowers that look Wistfully into the skies. Heart that knows a thousand songs Man shall never know or pen; Here is where my heart belongs; Wandering, seeks this spot again. Glad that I was born to this Earth majestic, crowing skies; Scorning man with nature-kiss, Drinking wisdom, learned, wise. |