170 ISLES OF SUMMEK. 



upon the water. There is no part of our Xassau experiences 

 which, when fur away, gives us more happiness in the retrospect; 

 and often 



The white-winged boats with sable crew, 



The fleecy clouds that draped the skies, 

 The gales of health that constant blew, 



The waters striped with brilliant dies, 

 The cradle-waves that ever rocked 



'Gainst far off cloud-embroidered wall. 

 The skies whose blue the deep sea mocked. 



The sunny hearts that gilded all — 

 Return with e'en an added power 

 To brighten many an idle hour. 



