Jersey Beautiful
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Belovéd Land! 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.
A. Billot |