Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.
Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.
The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.
It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.
Ah! never shall the land forget.