The Little Land Up in the sky the larks go high,
Over a piece of verdant sea,
Bubbling slimy waters cry
On to shores I longed to see.

The grass is green, the leaves so bright,
The world is wrapped in shades of light,
O little land, O little land,
I wish I may near you stand.

To dream your dreams and sing your songs,
Where peace and comfort always throng;
To see the sun in amber rays,
While flowers paint their spring arrays.

• Robert Louis Stevenson