There is a land of wonder
With fields and towers agleam.
I often see it yonder
Beyond the Hills of Dream,
Touched by the glow of morning,
Lit by the sunset’s fire,
Or with starbeams adorning--
The Land of Heart’s Desire.
Along the road of duty
We daily struggle on;
But e’er we touch its beauty,
Eluding us, ’tis gone.
Yet through the clinging shadows,
The brambles, and the mire,
It lures us toward its meadows--
The Land of Heart’s Desire.