| The bay is a rapture, our senses enthralling; The inlet, its wonderful sea! The shores in their northerly verdure are calling. Inviting all men to be free The Ranges and crags give us pride we admire the Snow, the purest of white, The shimmering glaciers, the sun sets a fire enhancing our thinking, the sight, But look at the stead, Where nature has land its plans for a city, no matter. What said, then for miles it may scatter. |
