A Voice From Off The Lonely Hills

I heard a voice from off the lonely hills.
It traveled down the valley, far and wide:
Of all the miles lost, and minutes burned,
Of all the emptiness and pain we hide —

I heard a song come down the autumn hills;
It filled me with a hope I can’t explain —
For though we err, we’ve still another chance,
To feed our lives, our souls, and our

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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