Maxioms by Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows,
And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows,
And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy read more
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast;
And the woods against a stormy sky,
Their giant branches toss'd.
