O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
The Old Year groaned as he trudged away,
His guilty shadow black on the snow,
And the heart of the glad New Year turned grey
At the road Time bade him go.
[sung to tune: "All Saints New"]
THOUGH the winds but stir on their hoary thrones
Of hemlock and pungent pine,
All the whispering woodland tones
Who would trust England, let him lift his eyes
To Nelson, columned o'er Trafalgar Square,