To lure the wanderers forth to roam,
That so her store might thrive;—
'Twas a wild wish, a thought unblest,
Some evil legend of the West.
"But lo! at morning-tide a sign,
For wondering eyes to trace,
They found above that Bread, a shrine
Rear'd by the harmless race!
They brought their walls from bud and flower,
They built bright roof and beamy tower!