170 THE TAUIS OF AMEHICA. 



And bright foiiiis gflanced, a fairy sliovv, 

 Under the blossoms to and fro. 



" But one, a lone one, 'midst the throng, 

 Seem'd reckless all of dance or song ; 

 He was a youth of dusky mien, 

 Whereon the Indian sun had been. 

 Of crested brow and long black hair, 

 A stranger, lilvc the palm tree, there, 



" And slowly, sadly, moved his plumes 

 Glittering athwart the leafy glooms : 

 He pass'd the pale-green olives by, 

 Nor won the chesnut flowers his eye; 

 But when to that sole palm he came, 

 Then shot a rapture through his frame. 



" To him, to him, its rustling spoke, 

 The silence of his sonl it broke. 

 It whispered of his own bright isle. 

 That lit the ocean with a smile ; 

 Ay I to his car that native tone 

 Had something of the sea-wave's moan. 



" His mother's cabin home, that lay 

 Whore feathery cocoas fring'd the bay, 

 The dashing of his brethren's oar, — 

 The conch-note heard along the shore, 

 All through his wakening bosom swept : 

 He clasp'd his country's tree — and wept. 



" Oh ! scorn him not ; the strength whereby 

 The patriot girds himself to die, 

 Th' unconquerable pover, which fills 

 The freeman, battling on his hills. 

 These have one fountain, deep and clear 

 The same whence gushed that child-like tear." 



