THE CAPE OF GOOD HOPE.
(A PATRIOTIC SONG.)
Land of serene and sunny skies,—
Land of the lion and fleet gazelle;
Land where the summer never dies,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land where the birds in gorgeous plume
Flit through the bush or their love-song tell;
Land where the flowers show Eden's bloom,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land where the hunter scours the plains,
Free as the bird o'er the ocean's swell;
Land of kind nature's soothing strains,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land where the grape and the orange grow
Deep in yon cool sequestered dell;
Land of the melon's luscious flow,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
Land where fields of golden grain,
Rich in their bounteous fruitage swell;
Land of sleek herds in lengthened train,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.
