In honor of our lady dear,
Great as good, and good as great,
Who, to bless our humble vale,
From her high imperial station
Has descended—her we hail!
THE YOUTH
For her charms our jubilation,
Kindness like the sun's warm rays!
GENIUS
Wherefore do you plant a tree?
THE YOUTH
Ah, it comes of foreign race,
And its heart toward home is yearning;
That is why we fear its turning
From its new abiding-place.
GENIUS
That is why you plant it deep,
With the soil its roots encase,
That its blessings you may keep
In its new abiding-place?