Songs of our land, ye have followed the stranger,

With power over ocean and desert afar;

Ye have gone with, our wand'rers thro' distance and danger
And gladden'd their path like a home-guiding star.

With the breath of our mountains in summers long vanish'd,
And visions that passed like a wave from the sand,
With hope for their country and joy for her banish'd,
Ye come to us ever, sweet songs of our land!

The spring-time may come with the song of her glory,
To bid the green heart of the forest rejoice,
But the pine of the mountain, though blasted and hoary,
And the rock in the desert, can send forth a voice.
It is thus in their triumph for deep desolations;

While ocean waves roll, or the mountains shall stand
Still, hearts that are bravest and best of the nations
Shall glory and live in the songs of their land!