My land is where the kind folks are, <br />And where the friends are true, <br />Where comrades brave will travel far <br />Some kindly deed to do. <br />My land is where the smiles are bright <br />And where the speech is sweet, <br />And where men cling to what is right <br />Regardless of defeat. <br />My land is where the starry flag <br />Gleams brightly in the sun; <br />The land of rugged mountain crag, <br />The land where rivers run, <br />Where cheeks are tanned and hearts are bold <br />And women fair to see, <br />And all is not a strife for gold— <br />That land is home to me. <br />My land is where the children play, <br />And where the roses bloom, <br />And where to break the peaceful day <br />No flaming cannons boom. <br />My land's the land of honest toil, <br />Of laughter, dance and song, <br />Where harvests crown the fertile soil <br />And thoughtful are the strong. <br />My land's the land of many creeds <br />And tolerance for all <br />It is the land of 'splendid deeds <br />Where men are seldom small. <br />And though the world should bid me roam, <br />Its distant scenes to see, <br />My land would keep my heart at home <br />And there I'd always be.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-land-19/
