Land!—where rich plenty with abounding flow, 5
Bids ’neath her smile the golden meadow glow,
And from the juicy herbage—Nature’s wealth!
Draws the pure stream of sustenance and health;
Land—where, beneath Wealth’s hospitable dome,
Refinement dwells, and Science finds a home,— 10
In whose sweet sylvan shades the classic Muse
Her richer buds upon thy green lap strews;
With thy soft breath her tuneful whisper blends,
And to the Poet’s home her brightness lends,—