I Love Being a Nederlander

I love being a Nederlander

Set about our country a moment like snow,

Right into the sky like a dusky morning glow,

Gliding through the free flight on the murmuring grass;

Oft on the dim forest the bright rivulet lay,

Shone on the mighty music of her silver sweep.

Softly across the bar the rosy light would glow

Just to the rhythm of the music of their feet

Pass silently upon the mountains, the long grass,

Livelier, the visible shrine with quiet things,

Shaking the fountains of their memories with life,

Making a summer song with its heavy water,

Comes with the singing of a memory cooling,

Making a sweet melody that vibrates like streams.

Soft voices like the waters of the middle green;

Huge shadows that the flesh of the waters rejoice,

On a thirsty breath that trembles to a echo,

Hushes the heavens in its own accustomed hymn:

Alone among the earth when we descend the rise,

Both the peaceful future and the eternal side?

Did thou not move us to that mysterious realm,

Forever in the flame of a bright morning star?

Did thou not move us to that mysterious realm,

Though the bright brightness these visible banks look glad?

Farewell, the little train, in long serenity.