The voices of their household band
Shall breathe their names again;
The heathery heights in vision rise,
Where, like the stag, they roved.
Sing to your sons those melodies,
The songs your fathers loved!
THE WORLD IN THE OPEN AIR.
Come, while in freshness and dew it lies,
To the world that is under the free blue skies!
Leave ye man’s home, and forget his care—