Dear Land of Home

Dear Land of home, our hearts to thee are holden, By loyal love for each familiar scene; |: Thy mountains guard the fields of grain all golden, Thy rivers flow thro' meadows of green. :| 2. Thy children we, our love and pride confessing In this fair land, this pleasant place of home, |: And may we strive to bring a richer blessing To crown thee now, and thro' years to come. :|