And float far westward o’er the boundless tide:
And where the wave is mingled with the sky,
In the bright pathway of the dying day,
’Mid clouds too luminous for human eye,
She seemed to vanish on her airy way;
While earth’s fair flowers, and ocean’s pearly shell,
Breathed a low answer to some fond farewell.
THE ISLETS OF THE GULF;
OR, ROSE BUDD.