1096 Rural School Leaflet. 



THE FARTHERMOST HILLS 



L. H. BAILEY 



Come over the plains to the hilltops high, 



Come over, come over and rest ; 



Stay not on the plains where soft zephyrs lie 



But come to the heights where the clouds sweep by 



And the world-round gales through the heavens fly, 



Come over, come over and rest. 



There's wonder-strong music where the storms sweep by 

 Where the forests are rent and the earth-woes cry. 

 There's a grand old song where things suffer and die 

 And the struggle is on 'twixt the earth and sky; 

 Escape your calm levels and on to the West, 

 Come out with your cares to the uttermost crest, 

 Come over, come over and rest. 



