Lyrics and love songs . thin this beautiful and happy isle:Through the green woods wander the dappled deer, And feeds the snowy antelope; and whileRound the great trunks the frightened shadows peer, That bless the grass, and make the flowers to smile,With its great lamping eyes the shy gazelleLooks out from every nook and ivied dell. The simple people in that paradise Live as men lived when the young world was green,In primitive innocence supremely wise; Rich with content. No prisons there are seen,No palaces offend plebian eyes, Their simple laws say ever what they mean;And happy under patria
Lyrics and love songs . thin this beautiful and happy isle:Through the green woods wander the dappled deer, And feeds the snowy antelope; and whileRound the great trunks the frightened shadows peer, That bless the grass, and make the flowers to smile,With its great lamping eyes the shy gazelleLooks out from every nook and ivied dell. The simple people in that paradise Live as men lived when the young world was green,In primitive innocence supremely wise; Rich with content. No prisons there are seen,No palaces offend plebian eyes, Their simple laws say ever what they mean;And happy under patriarchal see glad hours and calm days glide away. One of these islanders, some years ago. Seeking for pearls and rosy, wrinkled shells. To deck his sweethearts hair, took heart to fair skies tempted, into the outer swells, Beyond the coral-shoals, his light canoe; And diving there into the seas deep wells, Gathered white pearls and crimson coral-stems. And blushing shells,—old oceans favorite gems. -172-. And then Gods organ pealed its thunder-psalm,And the whole sea seemed with one groan to liftInto white foam, thick as an Alpine drift. He noted not that one small, grayish cloud, Low in the west, the swift storms harbinger, Spread swiftly upward, like an unrolling as its native midnight sepulchre: That armies of wild winds did skyward crowd,Like shadowy cohorts riding with mad spur. Scourging the cloud-surge, that in great waves piled. Grew every moment more sublimely wild. He hurried towards the circling coral-reef,Urging his frail skiff on, with wild alarm; But the storm stooped: there was a very briefAnd terrible stillness, a portentous calm. Like stunned despair, or sudden, speechless then Gods organ pealed its thunder-psalm, And the whole sea seemed with one groan to lift Into white foam, thick as an Alpine drift. Then the gale smote him: seas of spray drove by; But not a wave could lift its struggling headInto the air. From the black
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