Tend me my birds, and bring again 
The brotherhood of woodland life, 
So shall I wear the seasons round 
A friend to need, a foe to strife; 

Keep me my heritage of lawn, 
And grant me, Father, till I die 
The fine sincerity of light 
And luxury of open sky. 

So, learning always, may I find 
My heaven around me everywhere, 
And go in hope from this to Thee, 
The pupil of Thy country air.