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Old Berkshire's green -robed, rock-ribbed hills. 



And mountain ranges grand. 

 In gorgeous beauty all arra3?ed, 



In silent grandeur stand 

 And green-clothed meadows, valleys, vales. 



High-cultured, fertile plains. 

 With sylvan landscapes dotted o'er. 



And peace and plenty reigns. 

 Ab, good Old Berkshire ! after all. 



If o'er the world one roams. 

 He ne'er will see its like again, 



Such neat, attractive homes. 

 Such thrift, and wealth, and enterprise, 



Such nobleness of mind. 

 Such towering intellects withal, 



So cultured and refined. 



Then let us all contented be, 



And say: " God's will be done!" 

 And wait and work and watch and pray 



That soon the time may come 

 When nations shall learn war no more. 



Fill homes with groans and tears. 

 When " Bwordeto plough-shares shall be turned, 



T.o pruning-hooks our spears." 

 When man his fruits shall freely eat. 



Not dreaming of hard times. 

 As cosily he sits beneath 



His 'fig-tree and his vines." 

 And then, when " king of terrors " comes. 



Their sou-Is. uplifted, rise, 

 To dwell in house not made with hands, 



A " mansion in the skies." 



