They've prais'd thee well, their love was justified;
Thy bosom holds such gems of verdant guise.
Thou hast thy charms so gently dignified,
O Isle of Peace, such grace within thee lies.
O gentle vales!
Let Echo bear my tones, my words of love,
To thee who art my mother-earth and Heav'n;
And let the leaves and flowers in the grove,
Resound my joy in perfum'd winds of ev'n.
Bold stone-girt shore,
Thy heath-crown'd heads glance down in depths
Where all the waves pay homage in a kiss.
Stern, grim, and verdure-clad thou'st ever been
The safeguard of our land, our world of bliss.