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A lowly hill which overlooks a flat, / Half sea, half country side; / A flat-shored sea of low-voiced creeping tide / Over a chalky, weedy mat.
A hill of hillocks, flowery and kept green / Round Crosses raised for hope, / With many-tinted sunsets where the slope / Faces the lingering western sheen.
A lowly hope, a height that is but low, / While Time sets solemnly, / While the tide rises of Eternity, / Silent and neither swift nor slow.