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!