The land of all that love me;
Land, whose green sod my youth has trod,
Whose sod shall lie above me!
Hail! country of the brave and good,
Hail! land of song and story;
Land of the uncorrupted heart,
Of ancient faith and glory!
Like mother’s bosom o’er her child,
Thy sky is glowing o’er me;
Like mother’s ever-smiling face,