The grassiest of knolls
The most wooded of hills
Knows all our deeds
All our spills
Yet it continues it's love
It's warmest of all embrace
It forgives us our ills
As we accept it's grace

Pray keep, then, friend
A loving grace towards thee
who shows you the love
you forgot to receive

Forget not the knoll
On which all life proceeds
Do not slaughter the land
That gave you it's peace