The purple waters murmuring meet;
In milder beauty’s dimpling smiles
Rise, near, her deep-born sister isles,
And, winding wild, with forests green,
Low banks, and lonely coves unseen,
Stretch wide away, on either hand,
Shores fair as an enchanted land.
Ah, me! there is no spot of earth,
Though brightest with the smile of God,
Where’er the human heart hath birth,