Along th’ horizon’s verge display’d,

Still rear their slender colonnade—

A landmark, guiding o’er the plain

The Caravan’s exhausted train.

Fair is that little Isle of Bliss

The desert’s emerald oasis!

A rainbow on the torrent’s wave,

A gem embosom’d in the grave,

A sunbeam on a stormy day

Its beauty’s image might convey!