In bosoms of the realms above.

Yes! often in the rudest form,

A heart may be, more clear and bright

Than ever lent the loveliest charm

To goddess of the Festal light.

Come, hear a story of the time,

When this wide land was one green bower,

The roving Red man's Eden-chine,

Where bloomed the wildest flower.

The great ships brought a wondrous race,