<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Hills of Home</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Oh</span>! yon hills are filled with sunlight, and the green leaves paled to gold,</p><p class="line">And the smoking mists of Autumn hanging faintly o'er the wold;</p><p class="line">I dream of hills of other days whose sides I loved to roam</p><p class="line">When Spring was dancing through the lanes of those distant hills of home.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The winds of heaven gathered there as pure and cold as dew;</p><p class="line">Wood-sorrel and wild violets along the hedgerows grew,</p><p class="line">The blossom on the pear-trees was as white as flakes of foam</p><p class="line">In the orchard 'neath the shadow of those distant hills of home.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The first white frost in the meadow will be shining there to-day</p><p class="line">And the furrowed upland glinting warm beside the woodland way;</p><p class="line">There, a bright face and a clear hearth will be waiting when I come,</p><p class="line">And my heart is throbbing wildly for those distant hills of home.</p></div><p class="byline">Malcolm Hemphrey</p></body></html> · Great War