A home away from home,
Among the hills lies a lofty bower;
Where God does dwell in amity;
Amongst natural green and grey.

Every heart throbbed love,
Natural love so tender and rare;
Amongst one in a race;
Which has been his own foe.

Not a rut house but a home,
Where love and joy permeates;
Nonetheless, it never was so fair;
As good will and emotions dwelt.