The rapt nation bids each neighbour nation To partake the sacramental feast And communion of the Federation: And electrified Masses, far and wide, [44] Thrill to hope and start Vibrating as with one common heart. From the perfumed South of amorous France With her wreath of orange bloom and myrtle, From old wizard woods of lost Romance Soft with wail of wind and voice of turtle, From the roaring sea Of grey Normandy, And the rich champaigns Where the vine gads o'er Burgundian plains; From the banks of the blue arrowy Rhone, And from many a Western promontory, From volcanic crags of cloven stone Crowned with castles ivy-green in story;