Follow Thou Thy Choice.

Heed Not The Night; A Summer Lodge Amid The Wild Is Mine, 'tis Shadowed By The Tulip-tree, 'tis Mantled By The Vine.

Still Sweet With Blossoms Is The Year's Fresh Prime.

Pleasantly, Between The Pelting Showers, The Sunshine Gushes Down.

Beautiful Isles! Beneath The Sunset Skies Tall, Silver-shafted Palm-trees Rise, Between Full Orange-trees That Shade The Living Colonade.

All That Tread, The Globe Are But A Handful To The Tribes, That Slumber In Its Bosom.