another summer re-run

The Call by Edgar A Guest

 Joy stands on the hilltops,

Beckoning to me,

Urging me to journey

Up where I can see

Blue skies ever smiling,

Cool green fields below,

Hear the songs of children

Still untouched by woe. 

Joy stands on the hilltops,

Urging me to stay,

Spite of toil and trouble,

To life's rugged way,

Holding out a promise

Of a life serene

When the steeps I've mastered

Lying now between. 

Joy stands on the hilltops,

Smiling down at me,

Urging me to clamber

Up where I can see

Over toil and trouble

Far beyond despair,

And I answer smiling:

Some day I'll be there.