BAYNE: THE SETTLEMENT OF VIRGINIA | 119 
Is it any wonder that a Virginia lad, learning from his mother’s 
lips these stories of Newport and Gosnold, and Smith and Pow- 
hatan and Pocahontas, should revere them all his life, should link 
them with touching memories of his native soil, and should fondly 
and reverently sing this little song: 
The roses nowhere bloom so white 
As in Virginia; 
The sunshine nowhere shines so bright 
As in Virginia; 
The birds sing nowhere quite so sweet, 
And nowhere hearts so lightly beat, 
For heaven and earth both seem to meet, 
Down in Virginia. 
There nowhere is a land so fair 
As in Virginia; 
So full of joy and: free from care 
As in Virginia; 
And I believe that Happy Land 
The Lord prepared for mortal man 
Is built exactly on the plan 
Of old Virginia. 
The days are never quite so long 
As in Virginia; 
Nor quite so filled with happy song 
As in Virginia; 
And when my time has come to die, 
Just take me back and let me lie, 
Close where the James goes rolling by, 
Down in Virginia. 5 
