Where Hudson'S Wave O'Er Silvery Sands Winds Through The Hills Afar, Old Cronest Like A Monarch Stands, Crowned With A Single Star! And There, Amid The Billowy Swells Of Rock-Ribbed, Cloud-Capped Earth, My Fair And Gentle Ida Dwells, A Nymph Of Mountain-Birth. The Snow-Flake That The Cliff Receives, The Diamonds Of The Showers, Spring'S Tender Blossoms, Buds, And Leaves, The Sisterhood Of Flowers, Morn'S Early Beam, Eve'S Balmy Breeze, Her Purity Define; Yet Ida'S Dearer Far Than These To This Fond Breast Of Mine. My Heart Is On The Hills. The Shades Of Night Are On My Brow; Ye Pleasant Haunts And Quiet Glades, My Soul Is With You Now! I Bless The Star-Crowned Highlands Where My Ida'S Footsteps Roam: O For A Falcon'S Wing To Bear Me Onward To My Home!