Of the town of Gloryville a-bathing in the sunset’s glow;
This they had performed in Paris by an artist full of cheek,
Who was told to draw a city comme il faut dans l’Amérique.
The ideas of this artist were idead from long ago,
Out of scenery in an opera, “Cortez in the Mexico.”
Therefore all his work expanded with expensive fallacies:
Castles, towered walls, pavilions, real-estately palaces.
In the foreground lofty palm-trees, as if full of soaring love,
Bore up coco-nuts and monkeys to the smiling heaven above;
Jet-black Indian chieftains, at their feet too lovely girls were sighin,