The Nation 'Neath the Sun
A nation great, ‘neath western sun That, long ago, its freedom won, And built anew on precepts old And fashioned in their forbears’ mold, From nascence humble, on the shore Of lands unknown, ne’er seen before, To cities raised from wetland deep Wherein great treasures they would keep; This nation grew, by stalwart hearts, By noble minds and fairest arts, By mem’ries of their fathers’ deeds And sacrifices to be free. But not from hearts of men so bold, Nor justices, nor laws of old, Do people have their liberty; That is a gift of God, and free. And so did know those folk who braved The voyage great, the tyrant’s blade, And fought for people yet to come Within this nation ‘neath the sun.