The Call
 

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.