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STRETHA, by                    
First Line: The high hills of stretha
Last Line: Forever lost to me.
Subject(s): Homesickness


The high hills of Stretha,
Within my native land,
Are like a rank of soldiers,
So sturdily they stand.

So green the waving tree-top,
So blue the curving sky,
My heart is with the mountains
And will be till I die.

The far hills of Stretha
Can hear the ocean's roll,
The lonely birds of Stretha
Are crying in my soul.

No lovelier thing I dream of,
No lovelier thing I know,
Than Stretha's fiery roses
And Stretha's gleaming snow.

The high hills of Stretha
March downward to the sea;
The dear hills of Stretha
Forever lost to me.





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