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VIRGINIA.
Its last, lone sentinel, he flings defiance
Into the teeth of foes, by night and day;
He scorns the offer of a friend's alliance,
And, cased in doubt, keeps all the world at bay.
Into the teeth of foes, by night and day;
He scorns the offer of a friend's alliance,
And, cased in doubt, keeps all the world at bay.
VIRGINIA.
Land of my heart! above the hills
My spirit often floats to thee,
To hear once more thy sweet-toned rills,
And echo their wild minstrelry:
And like a little bird that leaves
A cheerless sky for summer-climes,
So turn I too from all that grieves,
To bathe in light of other times.
My spirit often floats to thee,
To hear once more thy sweet-toned rills,
And echo their wild minstrelry:
And like a little bird that leaves
A cheerless sky for summer-climes,
So turn I too from all that grieves,
To bathe in light of other times.
O, memory's chain hath many a link,
To lead the thirsty heart again
Back to the fount, where it may drink
So much of joy, so much of pain;
Joy, to behold once more the spot
Where mirthfulness and we were one;
Pain, that our after-life is fraught
With gloomy cares that dim its sun.
To lead the thirsty heart again
Back to the fount, where it may drink
So much of joy, so much of pain;
Joy, to behold once more the spot
Where mirthfulness and we were one;
Pain, that our after-life is fraught
With gloomy cares that dim its sun.
Oh! I would breathe, land of my heart,
One song of humble praise to thee,
For I am thine, and thou a part
In spirit and in song of me:
One song of humble praise to thee,
For I am thine, and thou a part
In spirit and in song of me:
