All pangs that Fate may bring, or ever brought.

The lover hears that far amid the West,

Gold gleams within each river's crystal breast—

That, wide and far, the gorgeous vision smiles,

And laps the spirit in delicious wiles.

He quits—he flies—he will behold the strand,

Where Wealth lies gasping for his tardy hand.

He will return—an edifice shall rise

In stately grandeur to the curving skies;

In their own land, his lovely bride and he,