I bless thee—native shore!
Thy woodlands gay, and waters sparkling clear!
’Tis like a dream once more
The music of thy thousand waves to hear!
As murmuring up the sand,
With kisses bright they lave the sloping land.
The gorgeous sun looks down,
Bathing thee gladly in his noontide ray;
And o’er thy headlands brown
With loving light the tints of evening play.