• The Stately Homes of England,
    How beautiful they stand!
    Amidst their tall ancestral trees,
    O’er all the pleasant land;
    The deer across their greensward bound
    Through shade and sunny gleam,
    And the swan glides past them with the sound
    Of some rejoicing stream.

    The merry Homes of England!
    Around their hearths by night,...

  • The Breaking waves dashed high
      On a stern and rock-bound coast,
    And the woods against a stormy sky
      Their giant branches tossed;

    And the heavy night hung dark
      The hills and waters o’er,
    When a band of exiles moored their bark
      On the wild New England shore.

    Not as the conqueror comes,
      They, the true-hearted,...