That flings on high, with thund’rous sigh,
Huge rocks, that smite the cloud-flecked sky.
But list, ye bands from other lands,
This monument of splendor stands,
In South Seas hurled, with flag unfurled,
“The scenic wonder of the world.”
As here we scan old Nature’s plan,
We seek her last, best work—a man.
Lo! he appears! nor hopes nor fears
Have vexed his soul through all the years.
With haughty pride—nor priest nor guide—
He ruled the land, as warrior tried.
Here chieftain brave, here King and slave,
Their lives to war and foray gave.
Here, dusky maid was ne’er afraid
To join the fray, in copse or glade.
With waving hair, and beauty rare,
Brave hearts these maidens did ensnare.