THE GREEN HILLS OF HONG KONG
I used to think, as of't I sat, and gazed out at the hills beyond,
That to this isle of strife and war,
Some measurement of peace belonged;
It could not be that these quiet hills, that stretched so green and fair and far,
That seemed so harmless in themselves, must always know the curse of war,
But soon and sure must come the day, when grim weapons of death and strife,
Are laid away and these green hills will live again their peaceful life.
by Arthur Hilton ("Q" ) Hunter, P28078