< Hillsboro People
BY ABANA AND PHARPAR
Fields, green fields of Shining River,
Lightly left too soon
In the stormy equinoctial,
In the hunter's moon,—
Snow-blown fields of Shining River
I shall once more tread;
I shall walk their crested hollows,
Living or dead.
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