Chapter XXVIII

The lovers of Genundewah were blest
By the Great Spirit, and their lodge became
The nursery of a nation:--when the West
Opened its gates of parti-colored flame
To give their souls free passage loud acclaim
Rang through the Spirit Land, and voices cried
"Welcome! ye builders of eternal fame!
Ye royal founders of an empire wide
The stream of joy flows by, quaff ever from its tide!"