And led us on to where still waters be,
And whispered softly, ‘Lo! it hath been planned
That thou at last this pleasant place shouldst see.’
“And as those dreaming so awakened we,
And looked with eyes unhurt on that fair sky,
And whispered, hand in hand and eye to eye,
‘’Tis our Atlantis, risen from the sea—
’Tis our Atlantis, from the bitten sea!
’Tis our Atlantis, come again, oh, friend, to thee and me!’”