1. O you who find fault with our land as zealous,
You spoke ill though did well in deed,

2. You left it preferring the most generous in it,
And found fault in it, a fault of ignorance and folly,

3. So make amends with praise and blame you deserve,
As you have mingled what you poured with honey and vinegar,

4. You were but as one who waded into his glory
Adding some bitterness to a drink of honey.