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| THE RAIN it rains without a stay | |
| In the hills above us, in the hills; | |
| And presently the floods break way | |
| Whose strength is in the hills. | |
| The trees they suck from every cloud, | 5 |
| The valley brooks they roar aloud— | |
| Bank-high for the lowlands, lowlands, | |
| Lowlands under the hills! | |
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| The first wood down is sere and small, | |
| From the hills—the brishings off the hills; | 10 |
| And then come by the bats and all | |
| We cut last year in the hills; | |
| And then the roots we tried to cleave | |
| But found too tough and had to leave— | |
| Polting through the lowlands, lowlands, | 15 |
| Lowlands under the hills! | |
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| The eye shall look, the ear shall hark | |
| To the hills, the doings in the hills, | |
| And rivers mating in the dark | |
| With tokens from the hills. | 20 |
| Now what is weak will surely go, | |
| And what is strong must prove it so— | |
| Stand fast in the lowlands, lowlands, | |
| Lowlands under the hills! | |
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| The floods they shall not be afraid— | 25 |
| Nor the hills above ’em, nor the hills— | |
| Of any fence which man has made | |
| Betwixt him and the hills. | |
| The waters shall not reckon twice | |
| For any work of man’s device, | 30 |
| But bid it down to the lowlands, lowlands, | |
| Lowlands under the hills! | |
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| The floods shall sweep corruption clean— | |
| By the hills, the blessing of the hills— | |
| That more the meadows may be green | 35 |
| New-mended from the hills. | |
| The crops and cattle shall increase, | |
| Nor little children shall not cease. | |
| Go—plough the lowlands, lowlands, | |
| Lowlands under the hills! | 40 |
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