Where forests clothe the untrod plains,
And flowers and fragrance blow
Beneath peaks of crystal snow.
Sweet Westland! broad and free,
How I love to dwell in thee!
Where jeweled brows look o'er the lea,
And rhyming streams leap down to the sea,
Where man is himself and courts no king,
And axes swords, and bloodless swing.
Sweet Westland! broad and free,