From The Birmingham Age Herald, June 16, 1913.
By Reginald Wright Kauffman.
Oh, Summer’s in the land again, and Summer’s on the sea;
Across the blue horizon rim the old gods beckon me;
The little ships ride restless at their anchors in the bay;
The birds are trooping northward, dear, and I must be away.
I see the Savoy mountains white; I hear the sheep bells ring
Below me in the valley where the little children sing;
And high above the timber line, along the glacier track,
The ice field and the summit snows, they whisper me: “Come back.”
It’s well I know your tender heart and kindliness and grace,
And well I know the gentle light that sanctifies your face;
Unworthily, yet truly, I love you, Heaven-sent,
And nowhere dear, save in your arms, shall I secure content;
But sun and wind are calling me throughout the livelong day
From distant lands I used to know - from all the Far-Away;
Oh, Summer’s in the hills again and Summer’s on the sea,
And summer’s in my heart, and you — well you must set me free!