| Lyrics: | The free wind has sung free songs to thy name,
Green woods caught them with friendly
voices,
The sun called with its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured faith into
broken forces.
And in time of storms, troubles and mighty desires,
Thou hast budded and
bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, over the land of thy sires,
Thou hast flooded and
poured, unabated.
Thou has flooded and poured, in a bright tale of life,
Through field,
woodland, hill and vale streaming...
From thy native flower-copses thy crown is made
bright,
Like a swan' plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and echo with songs of
the bards,
Long-past years thou dost raise up and nurture,
Today's forward leap thou wouldst
never retard,
Boldly facing mysterious futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, lovely flower of
fire,
Gently sowing forth dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou fearest no neighbour, though great be
his ire,
Thou fearest no path briared and thorny.
From end unto end, frontier mound unto
mound,
On the breezes renewal is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, without limit or
bound,
Mother-joy for the better day born now.
Now there are no axes among forests
green,
Felling young pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers from dawn to dark
seen
In summer with scythes ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, without tears
songs are blithe,
Desirous of glory, breasts quiver,
In their books a new law, with pens of
sun-scythes,
New people are writing for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, soaring upon eagle's
wing,
Souls, hearts and thoughts slumbering dully,
Awaken and forth into great spaces,
bring
Strength by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send unto the world's
bound,-ac |
