And willows o’er the water bending,
Garden of Eden it is in sooth,
But of its deeds enquire the truth.
This wondrous earth should tell a story
Of endless joy, and praise, and glory
To Thee, Oh God, unique and holy.
Unhallowed spot,
Whence praise comes not!
A world of tears where curses rise,
To heaven above the hopeless skies.