THE TREASURE OF HIDDEN VALLEY     

       By Willis George Emerson     

       Chicago: Forbes & Company     

       1915     

       Sons of the rugged, rock-ribbed hills,     

       Far from the gaudy show     

       Of Fashion’s world-its shams and frills     

       Brothers of rain and snow:     

       Kith of the crags and the forest pines,     

       Kin of the herd and flock;     

       Wise in the lore of Nature signs     

       Writ in the grass and rock.     

  

       Beings of lithe and lusty limb,     

       Breathing the broad, new life,     

       Chanting the forest’s primal hymn     

       Free from the world’s crude strife.     

       Your witching lure my being thrills,     

       O rugged sons! O rugged hills!     

  

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