Here you will find the Poem Hilltop Song of poet Charles G. D. Roberts
When the lights come out in the cottages Along the shores at eve, And across the darkening water The last pale colours leave; And up from the rock-ridged pasture slopes The sheep-bell tinklings steal, And the folds are shut, and the shepherds Turn to their quiet meal; And even here, on the unfenced height, No journeying wind goes by, But the earth-sweet smells and the home-sweet sounds Mount, like prayer, to the sky; Then from the door of my opened heart Old blindness and pride are driven, Till I know how high is the humble, The dear earth how close to heaven.
