And round us swarm the spectres of the past;
The ruddy light still in their hollow eyes
Lingers that shone upon our revelries
In gay Lisboa’s palaces of pride,
When every mask and cheek was flung aside,
Virtue was mocked, and God and man defied.
“And youthful joys far from Lisboa’s town
Through some green byway of the years float down;
Over fair Lusitania’s hills and plains
Again we wander free from sinful stains;