“Gwe-u-gwe the lovely! Gwe-u-gwe the bright!
Our bosoms rejoice in thy beautiful sight:
Thou hearest our kah-we-yahs, we bathe in thy flow,
And when we are hungered thy bounties we know.
“In peace now is spread the pure plain of thy waves,
Like the maidens that cast their kind looks on their Braves;
But when the black tempest comes o’er with its sweep,
Like the Braves on their war-path fierce rages thy deep.
“Thou art lovely, when morning breaks forth from the sky,
Thou art lovely when noon hurls his darts from on high,