The Cape of Good Hope

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 a 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 the 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.

Land of a stalwart yeoman race,--
Stern, but with hearts as true as a bell;
Homely, but full of a kindly grace,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.

Land of the dark Amakosa tall,
Seeking release from the savage spell;
Land where there’s room and to spare for all,
Cape of Good Hope, we love thee well.

Land of Good Hope! our prayer we raise,--
May peace and plenty with thee dwell;
Filling our hearts with grateful praise,
For this bright land we love so well.