THE IMAGINARY ISLAND.
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There's an isle in the ocean -


The abode Of the blest,
Where the weary, and way worn,


And suileless seek rest.
And there is no sorrow,


No weeping, no sighs;
Save the gems Of affection,


Tears are wiped from all eyes.
There the lime and the orange,


Their branches entwine, s-.
With the leaves of the palm tree, i.


And fruits Of the vine =
There the groves ever gladden.,


To one endless spring.
There the how'rs ever blossom,


And birds ever sing.