Clime of the brave! the high heart’s home,
  Laved by the wild and stormy sea!
Thy children, in this far-off land,
  Devote to-day their hearts to thee;
Our thoughts, despite of space and time,
To-day are in our native clime,
Where passed our sinless years, and where
Our infant heads first bowed in prayer.

Stern land! we love...