A Paradise where living streams abound;—
Yet there the rude Albatro chokes the ground,
The myrtle revels in its empire wide,
Tall ferns and heather flourish side by side,
And black-hair'd goats the summer-crop divide.
The Golo creeps along its swampy bed,
Whose tainted vapour thro' the air is spread,
Sapping the fisher's life from day to day,
While amply furnishing his finny prey.
The lonely wand'rer at each onward tread,