Mountains Interposed Make Enemies Of

I Seem Forsaken And Alone, / I Hear The Lion Roar; / And Every Door Is Shut But One, / And That Is Mercy's Door.

Laugh At All You Trembled At Before.

England, With All Thy Faults I Love Thee Still, My Country!

All We Behold Is Miracle.

This Fond Attachment To The Well-known Place Whence First We Started Into Life's Long Race, Maintains Its Hold With Such Unfailing Sway, We Feel It E'en In Age, And At Our Latest Day.