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| OUT of the hills of Habersham, | |
| Down the valleys of Hall, | |
| I hurry amain to reach the plain, | |
| Run the rapid and leap the fall, | |
| Split at the rock and together again, | 5 |
| Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, | |
| And flee from folly on every side | |
| With a lover’s pain to attain the plain | |
| Far from the hills of Habersham, | |
| Far from the valleys of Hall. | 10 |
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| All down the hills of Habersham, | |
| All through the valleys of Hall, | |
| The rushes cried, “Abide, abide,” | |
| The wilful water-weeds held me thrall, | |
| The loving laurel turned my tide, | 15 |
| The ferns and fondling grass said “Stay,” | |
| The dewberry dipped for to work delay, | |
| And the little reeds sighed, “Abide, abide,” | |
| Here in the hills of Habersham, | |
| Here in the valleys of Hall. | 20 |
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| High o’er the hills of Habersham, | |
| Veiling the valleys of Hall, | |
| The hickory told me manifold | |
| Fair tales of shade; the poplar tall | |
| Wrought me her shadowy self to hold; | 25 |
| The chestnut, the oak, the walnut, the pine, | |
| Overleaning, with flickering meaning and sign, | |
| Said, “Pass not, so cold, these manifold | |
| Deep shades of the hills of Habersham, | |
| These glades in the valleys of Hall.” | 30 |
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| And oft in the hills of Habersham, | |
| And oft in the valleys of Hall, | |
| The white quartz shone, and the smooth brookstone | |
| Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl; | |
| And many a luminous jewel alone— | 35 |
| Crystal clear or a-cloud with mist, | |
| Ruby, or garnet, or amethyst— | |
| Made lures with the lights of streaming stone | |
| In the clefts of the hills of Habersham, | |
| In the beds of the valleys of Hall. | 40 |
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| But oh! not the hills of Habersham, | |
| And oh! not the valleys of Hall | |
| Avail; I am fain for to water the plain. | |
| Downward the voices of duty call; | |
| Downward to toil and be mixed with the main; | 45 |
| The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn, | |
| And a myriad flowers mortally yearn, | |
| And the lordly main from beyond the plain | |
| Calls o’er the hills of Habersham, | |
| Calls through the valleys of Hall. | 50 |
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