Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
Hills of Home
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With uninforming breath;
I tell you I am none of these,
But homesick unto death—
For brooks that I had crossed,
Before I met this flesh and bone
And followed and was lost.…
Yet name no name of ills.
Say only, “Here is where he passed,
Seeking again those hills.”