By the flowery banks of the purling rills;
From the darkling climes of the gelid north,
Where the bright Aurora flashes forth,
And the iceberg gleams in the moon’s soft light,
Through the lengthened hours of the polar night;
To the sunny south, where the palm-trees spread
Their feathery boughs o’er the sheltered head;
And a thousand flowers of brilliant hue,
Are forever expanding to the view;
And a thousand birds of plumage bright,