Thy children are inspired by thee:
Blest by thy gift of liberty,
They go to make the wretched free,
⁠⁠Mother-land!

They were indeed not sons of thine
Could they withhold that gift divine;
Of liberty thou art the shrine,
⁠⁠Mother-land!

Thy children glory in thy name;
They write it, as with words of flame,
In deeds that put thy foes to shame,
⁠⁠Mother-land!

​In deeds of daring unforecast,
In deeds of valor unsurpassed,
In deeds that make thee known at last,
⁠⁠Mother-land!

Thy strength it was that made them strong;
Thy justice taught them hate of wrong;
They are of thee, to thee belong,
⁠⁠Mother-land.

Their lungs are filled with thy sweet breath;
Thy voice they hear, and what it saith;
They love thee, and they fear not death,
⁠⁠Mother-land!