2.
The hem of their garments is gay
With gardens that look to the south;
And the smile of the dawn of to-day
Has touched them on bosom and mouth.
XI.
The rivers have gladly embraced,
And carry the joy of the lakes,
Past mountain and island and waste,
To where the sea’s laughter outbreaks.
XII.
And sea and lake and mountain,
And man and beast and bird—
Our happy Land’s life fountain—
By one great voice are stirred.
Bells chime out merrily,
Trumpets call cheerily,
Cannons boom lustily,
Greet the glad day!
Rose-wreath and fleur-de-lys,
Shamrock and thistle be
Joined to the maple tree
Now and for aye!
XIII.
Let the shout of our joy to-day be borne through the pulse of the sea,
To the grand old lands of our fathers,—a token of loyalest love;
And may the winds bring back sweet words, O our Land, to thee—
As, in the far old time, the peace-leaf came with the dove.