ADDENDATAHITIThe waves that touch thy pebbly beachWith soft, caressing hand;The scented breezes winging pastAbove thy favored land;The brilliant flowers, the glowing fruits,Close to thy bosom pressed,All, all are singing one sweet song,Whose soft refrain is, Rest!The sunset brush that tints thy skiesWith wondrous, varied rays;The birds that fill thy woodland hauntsWith music's roundelays;The sparkling streams meandering throughThy valleys ever blest.All, all are breathing one sweet song.Whose soft refrain is, Rest!The twilight hour that floods the soulWith waves of perfect calm.Then gives us to the Queen of Night,Who pours her soothing balm;The still lagoon with coral reefsWhere beauty makes its nest.All, all are breathing one sweet song.Whose soft refrain is, Rest!O Isle of Beauty! poets mayDip pens in wells of light,Or soar aloft on Fancy's wingsIn wild, aerial flight;But they can never voice thy charms,O Island of the Blest!Whose very air is perfumed withThe fragrance rare of Rest!O Isle of Beauty! artists mayCoax every varied hue,To lay upon the canvas wideA portrait true of you;But till they borrow heaven's powerTo paint thee. Island Blest,The task is vain, O Land of Peace,Whose every breeze sings Rest!Where man knows all the blissful charmOf care-free, deep content;Where life seems one long holidayIn childish gladness spent;Where earth and air and sea and skySo close to God seem pressed;Ah, loath am I to turn from thee.Dear Land of Perfect Rest!MARY E. GRIFFIN.ALLIGATOR PEAR TREEALLIGATOR PEAR TREE
ADDENDATAHITIThe waves that touch thy pebbly beachWith soft, caressing hand;The scented breezes winging pastAbove thy favored land;The brilliant flowers, the glowing fruits,Close to thy bosom pressed,All, all are singing one sweet song,Whose soft refrain is, Rest!The sunset brush that tints thy skiesWith wondrous, varied rays;The birds that fill thy woodland hauntsWith music's roundelays;The sparkling streams meandering throughThy valleys ever blest.All, all are breathing one sweet song.Whose soft refrain is, Rest!The twilight hour that floods the soulWith waves of perfect calm.Then gives us to the Queen of Night,Who pours her soothing balm;The still lagoon with coral reefsWhere beauty makes its nest.All, all are breathing one sweet song.Whose soft refrain is, Rest!O Isle of Beauty! poets mayDip pens in wells of light,Or soar aloft on Fancy's wingsIn wild, aerial flight;But they can never voice thy charms,O Island of the Blest!Whose very air is perfumed withThe fragrance rare of Rest!O Isle of Beauty! artists mayCoax every varied hue,To lay upon the canvas wideA portrait true of you;But till they borrow heaven's powerTo paint thee. Island Blest,The task is vain, O Land of Peace,Whose every breeze sings Rest!Where man knows all the blissful charmOf care-free, deep content;Where life seems one long holidayIn childish gladness spent;Where earth and air and sea and skySo close to God seem pressed;Ah, loath am I to turn from thee.Dear Land of Perfect Rest!MARY E. GRIFFIN.ALLIGATOR PEAR TREEALLIGATOR PEAR TREE
TAHITIThe waves that touch thy pebbly beachWith soft, caressing hand;The scented breezes winging pastAbove thy favored land;The brilliant flowers, the glowing fruits,Close to thy bosom pressed,All, all are singing one sweet song,Whose soft refrain is, Rest!The sunset brush that tints thy skiesWith wondrous, varied rays;The birds that fill thy woodland hauntsWith music's roundelays;The sparkling streams meandering throughThy valleys ever blest.All, all are breathing one sweet song.Whose soft refrain is, Rest!The twilight hour that floods the soulWith waves of perfect calm.Then gives us to the Queen of Night,Who pours her soothing balm;The still lagoon with coral reefsWhere beauty makes its nest.All, all are breathing one sweet song.Whose soft refrain is, Rest!O Isle of Beauty! poets mayDip pens in wells of light,Or soar aloft on Fancy's wingsIn wild, aerial flight;But they can never voice thy charms,O Island of the Blest!Whose very air is perfumed withThe fragrance rare of Rest!O Isle of Beauty! artists mayCoax every varied hue,To lay upon the canvas wideA portrait true of you;But till they borrow heaven's powerTo paint thee. Island Blest,The task is vain, O Land of Peace,Whose every breeze sings Rest!Where man knows all the blissful charmOf care-free, deep content;Where life seems one long holidayIn childish gladness spent;Where earth and air and sea and skySo close to God seem pressed;Ah, loath am I to turn from thee.Dear Land of Perfect Rest!MARY E. GRIFFIN.
TAHITI
The waves that touch thy pebbly beach
With soft, caressing hand;
The scented breezes winging past
Above thy favored land;
The brilliant flowers, the glowing fruits,
Close to thy bosom pressed,
All, all are singing one sweet song,
Whose soft refrain is, Rest!
The sunset brush that tints thy skies
With wondrous, varied rays;
The birds that fill thy woodland haunts
With music's roundelays;
The sparkling streams meandering through
Thy valleys ever blest.
All, all are breathing one sweet song.
Whose soft refrain is, Rest!
The twilight hour that floods the soul
With waves of perfect calm.
Then gives us to the Queen of Night,
Who pours her soothing balm;
The still lagoon with coral reefs
Where beauty makes its nest.
All, all are breathing one sweet song.
Whose soft refrain is, Rest!
O Isle of Beauty! poets may
Dip pens in wells of light,
Or soar aloft on Fancy's wings
In wild, aerial flight;
But they can never voice thy charms,
O Island of the Blest!
Whose very air is perfumed with
The fragrance rare of Rest!
O Isle of Beauty! artists may
Coax every varied hue,
To lay upon the canvas wide
A portrait true of you;
But till they borrow heaven's power
To paint thee. Island Blest,
The task is vain, O Land of Peace,
Whose every breeze sings Rest!
Where man knows all the blissful charm
Of care-free, deep content;
Where life seems one long holiday
In childish gladness spent;
Where earth and air and sea and sky
So close to God seem pressed;
Ah, loath am I to turn from thee.
Dear Land of Perfect Rest!
MARY E. GRIFFIN.
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