The Hills of Hay The Hills of Hay
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By Robert Louis Stevenson
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Through all the pleasant meadow-side
The grass grew shoulder-high,
Till the shining blades went far and wide
And cut it down to dry.

Those green and sweetly smelling crops
They led in wagons home;
And they piled them here in mountain tops
For mountaineers to roam.

Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High;
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
Are no happier than I!

Oh, what a joy to climb up there,
Oh, what a place for play,
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
The happy hills of hay!

Note: The original title is “The Hayloft.”

I read this story! Honestly!

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