Thrilled with the sense of their own beauty wake;
Or hidden streams burst forth from earth’s dark caves,
Wild at the brightness of their own sweet waves —
So gush they o’er the soul; at gems so rare
We startle, wondering at their loveliness,
But, of our heritage still unaware,
We wist not whence those sights and sounds of bliss;
And lightly recking of their priceless worth,
Let the seals close, and bind our thoughts to earth.
O, we might watch, for aye, the fountains bright