Netherlands

Dainty are the finger breads
Which deck the windows fair,
And send a scent so Heavenly
To all who thus despair,

And long for home kept secrets,
To share with all akin,
To thus belong, and join in song,
And greet, of merry grin,

Each other as we pass on by,
To give without, of care,
To love each other humbly,
And rise to meet in air

A Spirit of a nation proud,
To rekindle, of a flame,
Born again, renewed and vital,
And live of every Name.