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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh, here the air is sweet and still,<br>And soft's the grass to lie on;<br>And far away's the little hill<br>They took for Christ to die on.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And there's a hill across the brook,<br>And down the brook's another;<br>But, oh, the little hill they took,—<br>I think I am its mother!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The moon that saw Gethsemane,<br>I watch it rise and set:<br>It has so many things to see,<br>They help it to forget.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But little hills that sit at home<br>So many hundred years,<br>Remember Greece, remember Rome,<br>Remember Mary's tears.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And far away in Palestine,<br>Sadder than any other,<br>Grieves still the hill that I call mine,—<br>I think I am its mother!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a></strong></div>

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