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. <br /> <br />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. <br /> <br />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. <br /> <br />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.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hill-maples/
