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 aries through their fairy scenes—been wafted in some magic bark over those blue and bright seas—been hailed to the sunny shore by hundreds of simple and rejoicing people—been led into the hut overhung with glorious tropical flowers, or seated beneath the palm, and feasted on the pine and the bread-fruit? These are the things which make part of the poetry of our memory and our youth. There is not a man of the slightest claims to the higher and better qualities of our nature to whom the existence of these oceanic regions of beauty has not been a subject of delightful thought, and a source of genial inspiration. Here in fancy—

The white man landed!—need the rest be told? The New World stretched its dusk hand to the old; Each was to each a marvel, and the tie Of wonder warmed to better sympathy. Kind was the welcome of the sun-born sires, And kinder still their daughters' gentler fires. Their union grew: the children of the storm Found beauty linked with many a dusky form; While these in turn admired the paler glow, Which seem'd so white in climes that knew no snow. The chase, the race, the liberty to roam The soil where every cottage shewed a home; The sea-spread net, the lightly launched canoe, Which stemmed the studded Archipelago, O'er whose blue bosom rose the starry isles; The healthy slumber caused by sportive toils; The palm, the loftiest dryad of the woods, Within whose bosom infant Bacchus broods, While eagles scarce build higher than the crest Which shadows o'er the vineyard in her breast; The cava feast, the yam, the cocoa's root. Which bears at once the cup, and milk, and fruit; The bread-tree, which, without the ploughshare, yields The utireaped harvest of unfurrowed fields,