And Sung by Lonely Campfires to the Stars

Upon Leaving the Black Hills by A. Jean Holmes Beautiful hills, beneath whose shadows I have dreamed dreams, have loved, have gained, and failed, Have watched the sunsets pale, and breathed the pine, And sung by lonely campfires to the stars: Yet going, as I am, beyond the reach Of finger-tips of fragrance in the winds, And sight of brave, black hills against the sky, I need not say good-bye; for…