Thy zephyrs bring a spice in every gale,
And man and nature here commune with God.
Thy crystal waters flow in melody,
Thy birds make music through the waving trees;
Thy mountains, rising in their majesty,
Survey in grandeur all thy harmonies.
But fair and sweet as thou, my spirit home,
To this fond, loving, clinging heart of mine,
Are Scotia’s fields, where once I loved to roam,
And pluck the gowan and the eglantine.