Second Voice.

Thank you, sir.

First Voice.

Nation of our hopes and prayers,
Time steals by us unawares,
Gravestones seal our joys and cares.

We must leave thee whilst thou’rt young,
Whilst the bell for freedom rung,
Echoes still from heart to tongue:

Standing on Oppression’s tomb,
In thy youthful beauty’s bloom,
Monument of tyrants’ doom;

Gazing with a lofty pride
O’er thy hearthstone, boundless, wide,—
Oceans washing either side;

Towns and cities, hills and vales;
Earth with joy thy Queenship hails,
Seas and rivers bear thy sails!

FAIR
COLUMBIA.

Fair Columbia, we must go,
Far beyond thy oceans’ flow,
Far beyond thy mountains’ snow;