The stately homes of England, / How beautiful they stand!

The cottage homes of England! / By thousands on her plains.

Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy.

Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, suffering yet hoping all things.

They grew in beauty, side by side, / They filled one home with glee; - / Their graves are severed, far and wide, / By mount, and stream, and sea.

The boy stood on the burning deck - / Whence all but he had fled.