Land of serene and sunny skies,-
Land of the lion and the 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 of 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 plain,
Free as the bird o'er the ocean's swell;
Land of kind natures 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 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.
-
W. Selwyn
