O! all was beauty, bliss, and sound;
A Sabbath sweetness reigned around;
All was delight—for every thing
Was robed in loveliness and spring—
Color, and fragrance, fruit, and flower,
Were here within this Island bower.
But purer, sweeter, brighter far—
Brighter than Even’s earliest star,
Was she, the spirit of the place,
The mortal with an angel’s face.