The Hills
When I the hills of Malvern see,
There comes a sadness over me.
The reason why, I cannot tell,
Perhaps I love those hills too well.
But this I know, when I behold
Their springtime green, and autumn gold,
And see that year by year they bear
Such witness that God’s earth is fair,
I’m happy for their beauty’s sake,
And yet my heart begins to ache.
