<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450375" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hill Maples</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here on a hill of the occident stand we shoulder to shoulder,<br>Comrades tried and true through a mighty swath of the years!<br>Spring harps glad laughter through us, and ministrant rains of the autumn<br>Sing us again the songs of ancient dolor and tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The glory of sunrise smites on our fair, free brows uplifted<br>When the silver-kirtled day steps over the twilight's bars;<br>At evening we look adown into valleys hearted with sunset,<br>And we whisper old lore together under the smouldering stars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crescent moons of the summer gleam through our swaying branches,<br>Knee-deep in fern we stand while the days of the sun-time go;<br>And the winds of winter love us­the keen, gay winds of the winter,<br>Coming to our gray arms from over the plains of snow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down in the valleys beneath us is wooing and winning and wedding,<br>Down in the long, dim valleys earth-children wail and weep;<br>But here on these free hills we grow and are strong and flourish,<br>Comrades shoulder to shoulder our watch of the years to keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lucy+Maud+Montgomery">Lucy Maud Montgomery</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450375" data-title="The Hill Maples de Lucy Maud Montgomery" data-description="Here on a hill of the occident stand we shoulder to shoulder, Comrades tried and true through a mighty swath of the years! Spring harps glad laughter through us, and ministrant rains of the autumn Sing us again the songs of ancient dolor and tears..."></div> </div> </div>

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