A pleasant walk I had one day
To Treeton on the hill
It hath a place in landscape there
Which it doth nobly fill.

It's verdant slopes descending far
Into the vale below
Where the sinuous Rother winds
It's flashing stream doth flow.

There's Orgreave too and Treeton Mill
It's waters shine between
The landscape dottted with rich wood
Makes this a charming scene.

While passing through the churchyard too
There is a pleasant sight
Of Handsworth church and Rotherwood
When then was bathed in light.

Curiosity led me to see
While there so near at hand
That finely named Hail Mary Wood
Which beautifies the land.

Two verdant slopes descend to it
On which are cattle seen
And grazing on this rural spot
Gave life to all the scene.

I then returned to Treeton Church
And took an outline too
Of that fine old Norman tower
So prominent in view.

And when the great survey was made
They found a Tower there
More ancient far than Sheffield was
Built by a Saxon Fair.

Amid the trees of varied tints
It shone in beauty there
While on the pathway through the fields
I saw the landscape fair.

I entered then that sacred place
Which I had craved to see
And those fine relics it contained
Whatever they might be.

The present ones a Norman church
Which has for ages stood
It's stones are old and mouldering
And so is now it's wood.

My hands have felt the reverent touch
The stone and wood when there
Those parts of great antiquity
About this house of prayer.

It's ancient porch and dial too
Bear marks of some decay
The hands of time has touched the old
Which now does pass away.

At the West end the ivy green
It's mantle widely spreads
Around the door and windows
It creepeth o'er their heads.

An arched door is black with age
It's stone work now decays
The church is a noble monument
Of the work in ancient days.

It's pleasant now to men of art
To view those relics o'er
The skilful hands that cut and carved
Have ceased for evermore.

But now their art remains for us
To view or to improve
The fine works they have left behind
Who cannot but them love.

But these to some no beauty hath
In this improved age
The darkness and the tyranny
Which then in them did rage.

Is passed away and now we have
A peaceful reign it's true
Still we know not how soon may come
Something to change us too.

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