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Where the Sunset Tints the Castles on the Hills

Where the Sunset Tints the Castles on the Hills

Johnson, Rolla V. Single sheet [36 cm x 53 cm], folded in half, and printed in black ink. There is a small stain on the front wrap which bleeds slightly through to the other pages. The edges have several small closed and open tears, and there is contemporary owner’s name at the head of the page. A self-published musical love letter (text below) to Castle Country by the newly returned missionary, Rolla V. Johnson (1889-1971), who at the time would have been 27 years old. We are unable to locate any institutional holdings for this piece. OCLC does list a work she edited entitled, "Bulletin of The Johnson Pioneers of the West," a history of the Johnson families who descended from Ezekial Johnson and his wife, Julia Hills. The Family History Library in Salt Lake City has this newsletter on microfilm. "Oh the land that poets sing of, where the maples shade the lane, and the many colored grasses paint the lea. Where the youthful lovers wander thru the fields of waving grain, Near the little vine clad cottage by the sea. Cannot dearer be to any heart than the sage clad hills of clay, Where the meadow lark his springtime message tells When the sunlight of the morning is awakening the day, And with gold bedecks the castles on the hills. "(CHORUS) In dear old Castle Valley, with its cottonwoods and sage And the crystal water flowing in the rills; Where the pinion pine and cedar make a garland for each ledge, And the sunset tints the castles on the hills. "Far beneath the castles golden, near the rivers winding way, Where the canyon breezes breath the mountain air. Is the home of happy boyhood where with the schoolmates I did play, And at mothers knee I learned my infant prayer. As life’s sunsets drawing nearer and old age creeps slowly on, Let them choose the peaceful willows those will But one request I’m leaving let me sleep when life is done, in the shadows of castles on the hills. "(CHORUS) In dear old Castle Valley, with its cottonwoods and sage And the crystal water flowing in the rills; Where the pinion pine and cedar make a garland for each league, And the sunset tints the castles on the hills."