The Happy Land!
Studded with cheerful homesteads, fair to see,
With garden grace and household symmetry :
How grand the wide-brow'd peasant's lordly mien,
The matron's smile serene !
    O happy, happy Land !

The Happy Land!
Half-hid in the dewy grass the mower blithe
Sings to the day-star as he whets his scythe;
And to his babes at eventide again
Carols as blithe a strain.
    O happy, happy Land!

The Happy Land !
Where in the golden sheen of autumn eves
The bright hair'd children play among the sheaves;
Or gather ripest apples all the day,
As ruddy-cheek'd as they.
    O happy, happy Land !

O Happy Land !
The thin smoke curleth through the frosty air;
The light smiles from the windows : hearken there
To the white grandsire's tale of heroes old,
To flame-eyed listeners told.
    O happy, happy Land !

O Happy, Happy Land !
The tender-foliaged alders scarcely shade
Yon loitering lover and glad blushing maid.
O happy Land I, the spring that quickens thee
Is human liberty.
    O happy, happy Land !