"The very oaks are greener clad,
The waters brighter smile;
Oh, never shone a day so glad
On sweet St. Helen's Isle.
"Come once again, O blessed Lord!
Come walking on the sea!
And let the mainlands hear the word
That sets the islands free!"
See Pierce, in The Atlantic Monthly, vol. XII, p. 305; Letters from Port Royal, p. 133.
[26] The Nation, vol. I (1865), p. 747.