| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 64. Three Hills |
| | | By Everard Owen |
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| THERE is a hill in England, | |
| Green fields and a school I know, | |
| Where the balls fly fast in summer, | |
| And the whispering elm-trees grow, | |
| A little hill, a dear hill, | 5 |
| And the playing fields below. | |
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| There is a hill in Flanders, | |
| Heaped with a thousand slain, | |
| Where the shells fly night and noontide | |
| And the ghosts that died in vain,— | 10 |
| A little hill, a hard hill | |
| To the souls that died in pain. | |
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| There is a hill in Jewry, | |
| Three crosses pierce the sky, | |
| On the midmost He is dying | 15 |
| To save all those who die,— | |
| A little hill, a kind hill | |
To souls in jeopardy.
Harrow, December, 1915 | |
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