Glowing portals to a region
Bathed in Eden’s golden light.
And as downward from the headland
On the wooded vale I gaze,
I may view the sunbeam fainting
On the forest’s bluish haze —
And, in bronzéd lustre winding,
Mark the bright Swatara glide,
With the trees like joyous pilgrims
Flocking by on every side.