170 ISLES OF SUMMER. 
upon--the water. There is no part of our Nassau. experiences - 
which, when far away, gives us more happiness in the retrospect; 
and often 
The white-winged boats with sable crew, 
The ficecy 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. 
