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74 moon was up. One general smile Was resting on the Indian isle— Mild—pure—ethereal; rock and wood; In searching sunshine, wild and rude, Rose, mellowed through the silver gleam, Soft as the landscape of a dream: All motionless and dewy wet, Tree, vine, and flower in shadow met: The myrtle with its snowy bloom, Crossing the nightshade's solemn gloom— The white crecopia's silver rhind Relieved by deeper green behind— The orange with its fruit of gold,— The lithe paullinia's verdant fold,— The passion-flower, with symbol holy, Twining its tendrils long and lowly,— The rhexias dark, and cassia tall, And, proudly rising over all, The kingly palm's imperial stem, Crowned with its leafy diadem,— Star-like, beneath whose sombre shade, The fiery-winged cucollo played!

Yes—lovely was thin aspect, then, Fair island of the Western Sea!— Lavish of beauty, even when Thy brutes were happier than thy men, For they, at least, were free! Regardless of thy glorious clime, Unmindful of thy soil of flowers, The toiling negro sighed, that Time