And from Niagara’s distant roar
And homes beside the heaving sea,
Rank upon rank thy children pour,
And gather to thy Jubilee.
On these old trees each nestling leaf,
The murmur of yon flowing stream,
Has power to stir a buried grief,
Or to recall some youthful dream.
Each path that skirts the tangled wood,
Or winds amidst its secret maze,