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SONG OF THE POLYNESIAN MAIDEN.
Yet still am I queen of the loveliest land,
Where sisters and brothers I truly may call;
Still fairest I'm deemed of the maids of my band;
And, oh! the bright concourse are bosom friends all.
They say that this land is a land full of bliss,
Where men never sigh, or maids never weep,
Where sorrow's as light as the evening wind's kiss,
And pleasure, like ocean, as boundless and deep.
Though scant is my knowledge, those tales much I doubt,
For sadness is ever twin sister to mirth;
For though wisdom may smile and insolence flout,
My life shall decline 'mid the scenes of my birth.
