But Heart-Land has grown
too old, weary and familiar
travellers have turned away
heartless is the once-proud lover-

once the most- loved terrain
life's sanctuary and treasure
flowers have withered for neglect
no more to be found is simple pleasure-

weeds have festered and soils
have hardened beyond measure
the sands on the shore have turned grey
the once-merry stream has lost its murmur--

how sad it is. Laughter and  beauty has been betrayed by the lover
who looked away in waywardness
  the grandeur and splendour is over.