I love the landscape, and its heavenly hue,
The rolling river, and the swelling sea,
The deep green valley, and the mountain blue;
But better still my home -- my home -- and thee!

I love bold nature's voice, loud ocean's roar,
The pouring cataract, and the melody
Of winter winds, and sighing woods; but more
The voice of love -- my home -- my home and thee!

I have an eye that sees, a heart that feels
The charm that nature flings o'er lawn and lea;
Yet to my breast a ffequent sadness steals
To think how far I roam -- from home and thee!

And when the glories of the landscape past,
Come thick and thronging o'er my memory --
To envious hate, my love is turned at last,
For these divide me -- from my home and thee.