One evening o'er the ocean beach;
Strange was the pallor of their face,
Strange was the softness of their speech.
'Twas evening, and the sunset threw
A gorgeous brilliance o'er the scene,
Deep crimson stained the heaven's sweet blue,
But ocean rivalled all its sheen.
The painted red men came to view,
With marvel, what the winds had brought,—
For, surely, those proud vessels flew,