Let me walk a while alone. Among the sacred rocks and stones. Let me look in vain belief. Upon the beauty of each leaf. There is green in every blade. The tree tops lean providing shade. Maypoles spin in happy sound. All nature's strength around. And there's a horse that feels no pain. Its iron strength to take the strain. Children rock it to and fro. And gaily drink its colour-glow. Above the sky devoid of cloud. Thinks not to cast a thunder shroud. Upon this place so full of joy. A field of gold of loves employ. So why my heavy heart? You say. When tears would stain. The sights so gay. My brother's dreams once here did soar. Until he died at the hand. Of needless war. .