Where the moonbeams rest on the ocean wave—
Where dies the sun o'er the crystal cave.
Where the bell sounds sweet o'er the desert sand,
Like matins that ring in a far-off land.
Where the mountain heaves with its angry voice,
And the lava speeds with its fiercest course;
Where the glaciers glance by the sunbeam's ray,
And the avalanche bursts with resistless sway.
Yet show me a brighter, a fairer scene
On our beautiful earth, or where spirits dream,