GIVE ME BOTH
Reading edition
The nearest water supply to the Tories’ Den.
(See pages 53-55). Photo by Author.
The glad wild hills, With rushing rills, Are clothed with glory— The old, old story, Yet new, In the everlasting hills. In mountain majesties, And highborn ecstasies, Fresh strength may be, And balm for me And you, In the glad, wild hills. Then in surf and sea, With youthful glee— While waves are dashing, And swimmers splashing Around In the ever-changing sea; With wavelets dancing, The tide advancing; Breezes kissing— Ah, no one missing Life’s bound, In the wild waves of the sea.