The Heavenly Hills of Holland + 

The heavenly hills of Holland⁠— + 

How wondrously they rise + 

Above the smooth green pastures + 

Into the azure skies! + 

With blue and purple hollows, + 

With peaks of dazzling snow, + 

Along the far horizon + 

The clouds are marching slow. + 

No mortal foot has trodden + 

The summits of that range, + 

Nor walked those mystic valleys + 

Whose colours ever change; + 

Yet we possess their beauty, + 

And visit them in dreams, + 

While ruddy gold of sunset + 

From cliff and canyon gleams. + 

In days of cloudless weather + 

They melt into the light; + 

When fog and mist surround us + 

They’re hidden from our sight; + 

But when returns a season + 

Clear shining after rain, + 

While the northwest wind is blowing, + 

We see the hills again. + 

The old Dutch painters loved them, + 

Their pictures show them fair⁠— + 

Old Hobbema and Ruysdael, + 

Van Goyen and Vermeer. + 

Above the level landscape, + 

Rich polders, long-armed mills, + 

Canals and ancient cities⁠— + 

Float Holland’s heavenly hills. + 