I'm With You Once Again.

I'm with you once again, my friends,      No more my footsteps roam;     Where it began my journey ends,      Amid the scenes of home.     No other clime has skies so blue,      Or streams so broad and clear,     And where are hearts so warm and true      As those that meet me here?     Since last with spirits, wild and free,      I pressed my native strand,     I've wandered many miles at sea,      And many miles on land.     I've seen fair realms of the earth      By rude commotion torn,     Which taught me how to prize the worth      Of that where I was born.     In other countries, when I heard      The language of my own,     How fondly each familiar word      Awoke an answering tone!     But when our woodland songs were sung      Upon a foreign mart,     The vows that faltered on the tongue      With rapture thrilled the heart!     My native land, I turn to you,      With blessing and with prayer,     Where man is brave and woman true,      And free as mountain air.     Long may our flag in triumph wave      Against the world combined,     And friends a welcome--foes a grave,      Within our borders find.