O Homeland! O Homeland! no lonely heart is there,
No rush of blinding anguish, no slowly dropping tear:
Now, like an infant crying its mother's face to see,
O blessed, blessed Homeland, I stretch my arms to thee!
O Homeland! O Homeland! whose joy no tongue can tell,
No sighing of the weary, no more the sad farewell;
But sound of children's voices, and shout of saintly song,
Are heard thy happy highways and golden streets along.
O Homeland! O Homeland! the vail is very thin
That stretches thy fair meadows and this cold world between:
A breath aside may blow it, a heartthrob burst it through,
And bring, in one glad moment, the pearly gates in view.
O Homeland! O Homeland! One —
Chief of all thy band,
One — altogether lovely, One — Lord of all the land,
Now standeth at thy portals to welcome there His Bride,
And, resting on His bosom, I shall be satisfied.