Bear us from our forest-land,
Through the rising waves’ commotion,
To a far and foreign strand;
Still the heart, all space unheeding,
Firmly ’gainst our progress strives,
Leaves us, and with haste is speeding
To our sweethearts and our wives.
Ye may bind the eagle’s pinion,—
Check the deer’s impetuous course,—
Curb the steed to your dominion,—