ON THE HILL THE TREES STAND BOWED AND STARK
AND BLACK AGAINST THE SKY AS THE SUN GOES DOWN.
AND DUSK IS COME IN THE LOFTY BOUGHS,
THE GREEN OF THE GLOWORMS SHINE,
THE BIRDS IN NEST ARE CROUCHED TO REST
AND HOME I'LL TRUDGE TO MINE.
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ON THE HILL THE TREES STAND BOWED AND STARK
AND BLACK AGAINST THE SKY AS THE SUN GOES DOWN.
AND DUSK IS COME IN THE LOFTY BOUGHS,
THE GREEN OF THE GLOWORMS SHINE,
THE BIRDS IN NEST ARE CROUCHED TO REST
AND HOME I'LL TRUDGE TO MINE.
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