THE CEYBA AND THE YAGUEY.
Know you the land?
With its cestus of summer waves, and its ocean
Of young, soft air, with a vernal motion
All through its golden tides? which caresses
And busies itself about you, and blesses
All that it bathes with life ineffable,
A breathing of infinite love, as well
As of courage and youth? That joy of the sun
Where heaven in all its beauty is won
To the arms of the new-made earth—do you know it?
That land of hope—that land of the poet?
With its cestus of summer waves, and its ocean
Of young, soft air, with a vernal motion
All through its golden tides? which caresses
And busies itself about you, and blesses
All that it bathes with life ineffable,
A breathing of infinite love, as well
As of courage and youth? That joy of the sun
Where heaven in all its beauty is won
To the arms of the new-made earth—do you know it?
That land of hope—that land of the poet?
There in that isle, as you shall hear,
The Ceyba grows—of godlike cheer;
The Ceyba grows—of godlike cheer;
