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Whose clear azure curtains, so cloudless and bright, Are here ever tinged with the red gold at night; Then with one burst of glory the sun sinks to rest, And the stars they shine out on the land that is blest. Thy foliage is fadeless, no chilling winds blow, No frost has embraced thee, no mantle of snow; Then hail to each sunbeam whose swift airy flight Speeds on for thy valleys each hill-top and height! To clothe them in glory then die 'mid the roar Of the sea-waves which echo far up from the shore! They will rest for a day, as if bound by a spell, They will noiselessly fall where the beautiful dwell, They will beam on thy summits so lofty and lone, Where nature hath sway and her emerald throne, Then each pearly dew-drop descending at even, At morn they will bear to the portals of Heaven. Thou art rich in the spoils of the deep sounding sea, Thou art blest in thy clime, (of all climates for me,) Thou hast wealth on thy bosom, where orange-flowers blow, And thy groves with their golden-hued fruit bending low, In thy broad-leafed banana, thy fig and the lime, And grandeur and beauty, in palm-tree and vine. Thou hast wreaths on thy brow, and gay flowers ever bloom, Wafting upward and onward a deathless perfume, While round thee the sea-birds first circle, then rise, Then sink to the wave and then glance tow'rd the skies! While their bright plumage glows 'neath the sun's burning light, And their screams echo back in a song of delight. Thou hast hearts that are noble, and doubtless are brave, Thou hast altars to bow at, for worship and praise, Thou hast light when night's curtains around thee are driven From the Cross which beams out in the far southern heaven, Yet one spot of darkness remains on thy breast, As a cloud in the depth of a calm sky at rest. Like a queen that is crowned, or a king on his throne, In grandeur thou sittest majestic and lone, And the power of thy beauty is breathed on each gale As it sweeps o'er thy hills or descends to the vale; And homage is offered most boundless and free, Oh, Isle of the Ocean, in gladness to thee, So circled with waters, so dashed by the spray Of the waves which leap upward then stop in their way. And lo! thou art loved by a child of the West, For the beauty and bloom of thy tropical br
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