I. SHE is a rich and rare land; Oh! she's a fresh and fair land; She is a dear and rare land -- This native land of mine. II. No men than her's are braver -- Her women's hearts ne'er waver I'd freely die to save her, And think my lot divine. III. She's not a dull or cold land; No! she's a warm and bold land; Oh! she's a true and old land -- This native land of mine. IV. Could beauty ever guard her, And virtue still reward her, No foe would cross her border -- No friend within it pine! V. Oh, she's a fresh and fair land; Oh, she's a true and rare land! Yes, she's a rare and fair land -- This native land of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |