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The Beauty of Our Hills. 

     There is beauty in these hills of ours for him with eyes to see;
     There is beauty smiling at us from the meadows broad and
          free;
     There is beauty in the woodlands; there is beauty 'long the
          brooks;
     there's beauty in the violet light as it gleams through leafy
          nooks.
     And a beauty out of heaven over all the landscape rills
     When the sun shines down upon these Perry county hills.

     There is beauty in the moonlight as it falls athwart the fields;
     And we see it in the harvest when it its fulness yields;
     It is gleaming in the sunrise when the clouds are blushing red;
     It is glowing in the sunset with its streamers bright o'er head;
     And a beauty past expression my entire being thrills
     When the meadow lark sings sweetly in these Perry county
          hills.

     There is beauty in the springtime when the grass is fresh and
          green,
     And it comes to us in summer when the bees and flowers are
          seen;
     And we feel it in the autumn in the hazy mellow glow;
     And always when the winter dons his overcoat of snow;
     And a beauty that's bewitching my heart with rapture thrills,
     As I listen to the Bob-white in these Perry county hills.

     There's a beauty that's majestic in the pine-clad mountain
          side;
     And a music that's sublime in the ocean's roaring tide;
     We hear it, where the rivers flow through woodlands old and
          hoary;
     And see it, in the distant lands of classic song and story;
     But to me the most enchanting is the song that o'er me trills,
     When I list to Mother Nature in these Perry county hills.

                                                                         C.L.M.

     New Lexington, O., March 19, 1902.

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