Ah! Never Shall The Land

Tender Pauses Speak The Overflow Of Gladness, When Words Are All Too Weak.

Ah! Never Shall The Land Forget.

All Great Poets Have Been Men Of Great Knowledge.

Ah, Never Shall The Land Forget How Gush'd The Life-blood Of The Brave, Gush'd Warm With Hope And Courage Yet, Upon The Soil They Fought To Save!

Your Peaks Are Beautiful, Ye Apennines! In The Soft Light Of These Serenest Skies; From The Broad Highland Region, Black With Pines, Fair As The Hills Of Paradise They Rise, Bathed In The Tint Peruvian Slaves Behold In Rosy Flushes On The Virgin Gold.