PATRIOTIC SONG OF THE TENNESSEEAN.

WHY wander from our early home,
Impelled by hope or fear,

Since bounteous Heaven hath richly shed
Its choicest blessings here?

Our homes are sweet, our friends are kind,
Our children hale and free;

"And the best of land, we understand,

Is'n the bend of the Tennessee."

We envy not the frozen north,

Its fields of ice and snow;

We envy not the torrid south,

Its sun's o'erpowering glow.

From scorching heat, from piercing cold,

Our happy clime is free;

"And the best of land, we understand, Is'n the bend of the Tennessee."

In days long past, our fathers came
As pilgrims to the west,

And reared their rude and humble homes
On thy fair, bounteous breast.
While panther, wolf, and Indian howled,
They fixed their choice on thee.
"O, the best of land, we understand,
Is'n the bend of the Tennessee! "

Like olive-plants, in blooming youth,
Thy duteous daughters rise,