From isle to isle of his fair dominions
Floats with the languid tides away;
Where the squirrel and rabbit shyly mate,
And none so timid but finds her fate;
The meek hen-robin upon the nest
Thrills to her lover’s flaming breast.
Youth, Love, and Life, ’mid scenes like this,
Go to the same sweet tune of bliss;
E’en the flaming flowers of passion seem
Pure as the lily buds that dream