II

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady,

      Thy satyrs and their wanton play,

This modern world hath need of thee.

No nymph or Faun indeed have we,

      For Faun and nymph are old and grey,

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!

This is the land where liberty

      Lit grave-browed Milton on his way,

This modern world hath need of thee!

A land of ancient chivalry

      Where gentle Sidney saw the day,

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!

This fierce sea-lion of the sea,

      This England lacks some stronger lay,

This modern world hath need of thee!

Then blow some trumpet loud and free,

      And give thine oaten pipe away,

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!

This modern world hath need of thee!