The land of thy home, with its free delights,
And fresh green valleys and mountain heights?
Can the stranger’s yield thee bliss?
What welcome cheers thee now?
Dar’st thou lift thine eye to gaze around?
Where are the peaks, with their snow-wreaths crown’d?
Where is the song, on the wild winds borne,
Or the ringing peal of the joyous horn,
Or the peasant’s fearless brow?
But thy spirit is far away!