0, silent village as you lie
In silent shadowed peace
With ne'er a sound, nor yet a sigh
Your sleep will never cease
Nor years on end you've slumber'd
But you're still just the same,
With cares we are encumber'd
You're oblivious to our pain.
You stay unchanged in a changing world
A placid, Moonlit place,
Frowning, as if a mighty thing had hurled
The smiles from your sad stone face.
The Church looks grimly down on me
With dignity and pride.
The tombstones, glimmering stonily,
Soon to try their age to hide.
And further down the quiet street
The pool lies calm and still;
Without a ripple - silent sheet
Where cattle drink their fill.
Dear place ! Your name is not unknown
There are many far away
To whom you are a Home-Sweet-Home,
And they'll return some day.
They will find you haven't altered,
Though a few dear ones have gone;
Your foundations won't have faltered
You will still be "Hullinton"
Maurice Wicks
Latimar
Granny Wicks
