I. WAKEN, voice of the Land's Devotion! Spirit of freedom, awaken all! Ring, ve shores, to the Song of Ocean, Rivers, answer, and mountains, call! The golden day has come: Let every tongue be dumb, That sounded its malice or murmured its fears; She hath won her story; She wears her glory; We crown her the Land of a Hundred Years! II. Out of darkness and toil and danger Into the light of Victory's day, Help to the weak, and home to the stranger, Freedom to all, she hath held her way! Now Europe's orphans rest Upon her mother-breast: The voices of Nations are heard in the cheers; That shall cast upon her New love and honor, And crown her the Queen of a Hundred Years! III. North and South, we are met as brothers: East and West, we are wedded as one! Right of each shall secure our mother's; Child of each is her faithful son! We give Thee heart and hand, Our glorious native Land, For battle has tried thee, and time endears: We will write thy story, And keep thy glory, As pure as of old for a Thousand Years! |