<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Three Hills</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">There</span> is a hill in England,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Green fields and a school I know,</p><p class="line">Where the balls fly fast in summer,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And the whispering elm-trees grow,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%">A little hill, a dear hill,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And the playing fields below.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">There is a hill in Flanders,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Heaped with a thousand slain,</p><p class="line">Where the shells fly night and noontide</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And the ghosts that died in vain, --</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%">A little hill, a hard hill</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">To the souls that died in pain.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">There is a hill in Jewry,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Three crosses pierce the sky,</p><p class="line">On the midmost He is dying</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">To save all those who die, --</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:6%">A little hill, a kind hill</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">To souls in jeopardy.</p></div><p class="byline">Everard Owen</p><p> Harrow, December, 1915 </p></body></html> · Great War