In northern regions cold and wild,
My first you see, a mountain child,
In grandeur rise from its bed of snow,
And smile on the iron-bound coast below.
My second is loved by the school-boy bright,
With his rosy cheek and eye of light,
And to gain it oft he will truant play,
And leave master and lessons far away.
In sunny lands, where the fire-flies glow,
And fragrant breezes softly blow,