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Never loved your plains
Posted by: elledecker (---.dsl.hstntx.swbell.net)
Date: January 14, 2004 05:40AM

I am looking for the author to this poem:

Titled: "Give Me Hills to Climb"

1st stanza: I never loved your plains
Your gentle valleys
Your drowsy country lanes
and pleached alleys

If you have any ideas, or suggestions where I could look, I would sincerely appreciate it.

My sister used this poem in her graduation announcements in 1982, but unfortunately she didn't put the author; she passed away this Christmas, and I would really like to know who the author was.

Thank you.

Re: looking for author
Posted by: ilza (---.162.243.191.sao.ajato.com.br)
Date: January 14, 2004 12:08PM

this is an easy one
from one of my favorite authors,
Arthur Guiterman
by: Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)

NEVER loved your plains!--
Your gentle valleys,
Your drowsy country lanes
And pleachéd alleys.

I want my hills! -- the trail
That scorns the hollow.--
Up, up the ragged shale
Where few will follow,

Up, over wooded crest
And mossy bowlder
With strong thigh, heaving chest,
And swinging shoulder,

So let me hold my way,
By nothing halted,
Until, at close of day,
I stand, exalted,

High on my hills of dream--
Dear hills that know me!
And then, how fair will seem
The lands below me,

How pure, at vesper-time,
The far bells chiming!
God, give me hills to climb,
And strength for climbing!

more Guiterman ...
Posted by: ilza (---.162.243.191.sao.ajato.com.br)
Date: January 14, 2004 12:13PM

On the Vanity of Earthly Greatness

The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls
Of mastodons, are billiard balls.

The sword of Charlemagne the Just
Is Ferric Oxide, known as rust.

The grizzly bear, whose potent hug,
Was feared by all, is now a rug.

Great Caesar's bust is on the shelf,
And I don't feel so well myself.

The Idol-Maker prays

Great god whom I shall carve from this gray stone
Wherein thou liest, hid to all but me,
Grant thou that when my art hath made thee known
And others bow, I shall not worship thee.
But, as I pray thee now, then let me pray
Some greater god, -- like thee to be conceived
Within my soul, -- for strength to turn away
From his new altar, when, that task achieved,
He, too, stands manifest. Yea, let me yearn
From dream to grander dream! Let me not rest
Content at any goal! Still bid me spurn
Each transient triumph on the Eternal Quest,
Abjuring godlings whom my hand hath made
For Deity, revealed, but unportrayed!

What One Approves, Another Scorns

What one approves,
another scorns,
and thus
his nature each discloses.
You find the rosebush
full of thorns,
I find the
thornbush full of roses.


Re: looking for author
Posted by: elledecker (---.dsl.hstntx.swbell.net)
Date: January 16, 2004 03:31PM


Thank you! -- and thank you for the added bonus of poems!


Re: looking for author
Posted by: ilza (---.162.243.191.sao.ajato.com.br)
Date: January 16, 2004 06:51PM

you're welcome
sorry to hear about your sister,
it is a beautiful thing what you are doing - search for a poem she liked

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