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In the green realm of summer,--this pomp of the trees
The freshly blooming flowers
With joy once more we hail thee
In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
Beneath Thy trees to-day we meet
My country, 't is of thee
God bless our native land!
To Him from whom our blessings flow
Lord, while for all mankind we pray
Now pray we for our country
Exotic blossoms, brought to grace
Sons of renownèd sires
Low sinks the setting sun, the day-beams haste away
O thou, at whose dread name we bend
O thou, whose presence went before
Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spot
When, driven by oppression's rod
Now, Lord, we part awhile
The breaking waves dashed high
Hush the loud cannon's roar
God's spirit smiles in flowers
There's music, music everywhere
The light pours down from heaven
An offering at the shrine of power
Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside
Mark, the soft-falling snow
Soft are the fruitful showers that bring
In life's gay spring, enchanting hours!
Into the sunshine, full of the light
At first her mother earth she holdeth dear
O spirit, freed from earth
O ignorant, poor man! what dost thou bear
"Flow on, thou shining river"
'T is winter's jubilee!--this day
Forgive thy foes,--nor that alone
How withered, faded, seems the form
That setting sun! that setting sun!
The heavens, O Lord! thy power proclaim
I hear thee speak of the better land
See how the shining share
I may not scorn the meanest thing
Hope, though slow she be, and late
There is a calm for those weep
Thou art beautiful, O Peace!
The South-land hath its fields of cane
God might have made the earth bring forth
The mind is a garden, and youth's sunny morn
The beautiful! the beautiful!

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