When all the wild valley recovers the leaf,
And you turn to the green land,
The day will be beautiful beyond belief,
And beautiful you'll stand
There on the hill with your head in the shadow
And the whole wild world in your eyes,
With all of her good, and none of her evil
Dark, seductive lies.
You will stand on the highest hill forever
With summer ablaze on the bough;
And you will be beautiful beyond belief.
You are even more beautiful now.
William Jay Smith.
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