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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of The Chattahoochee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Out of the hills of Habersham,<br> Down the valleys of Hall,<br>I hurry amain to reach the plain,<br>Run the rapid and leap the fall,<br>Split at the rock and together again,<br>Accept my bed, or narrow or wide,<br>And flee from folly on every side<br>With a lover's pain to attain the plain<br> Far from the hills of Habersham,<br> Far from the valleys of Hall.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> All down the hills of Habersham,<br> All through the valleys of Hall,<br>The rushes cried `Abide, abide,'<br>The willful waterweeds held me thrall,<br>The laving laurel turned my tide,<br>The ferns and the fondling grass said `Stay,'<br>The dewberry dipped for to work delay,<br>And the little reeds sighed `Abide, abide,<br> Here in the hills of Habersham,<br> Here in the valleys of Hall.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> High o'er the hills of Habersham,<br> Veiling the valleys of Hall,<br>The hickory told me manifold<br>Fair tales of shade, the poplar tall<br>Wrought me her shadowy self to hold,<br>The chestnut, the oak, the walnut, the pine,<br>Overleaning, with flickering meaning and sign,<br>Said, `Pass not, so cold, these manifold<br> Deep shades of the hills of Habersham,<br> These glades in the valleys of Hall.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> And oft in the hills of Habersham,<br> And oft in the valleys of Hall,<br>The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook-stone<br>Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl,<br>And many a luminous jewel lone<br>-- Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist,<br>Ruby, garnet and amethyst --<br>Made lures with the lights of streaming stone<br> In the clefts of the hills of Habersham,<br> In the beds of the valleys of Hall.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But oh, not the hills of Habersham,<br> And oh, not the valleys of Hall<br>Avail: I am fain for to water the plain.<br>Downward the voices of Duty call --<br>Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main,<br>The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn,<br>And a myriad flowers mortally yearn,<br>And the lordly main from beyond the plain<br> Calls o'er the hills of Habersham,<br> Calls through the valleys of Hall.</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=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a></strong></div>

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