WE LOOK DOWN TO FARINGDON AND THE FRIENDLY HILLS BEYOND.

WE SEE OVER THE TREETOPS GREEN AND BROWN,

SLANTS THE BACK OF A BREEZY DOWN;

THROUGH THE FIELDS BY THE COVERT EDGE,

A SWIFT STREAM SPLASHES FROM LEDGE TO LEDGE.

OVER THE HAMLET, SCATTERED, GREY,

WHERE FOLK LIVE LEISURELY DAY BY DAY

THE SAME OLD FACES ABOUT THE WALKS,

SMILING WELCOMES AND SIMPLE TALKS.