Santa Barbara

Between the mountains and the sea, Walled by the rock, fringed by the foam, A valley stretches fair and free Beneath the blue of heaven’s dome. At rest in that fair valley lies Saint Barbara, the beauteous maid; Above her head the cloudless skies Smile down upon her charms displayed. The sunlit mountains o’er her shed The splendor of their purple tinge; While round her like a mantle spread The blue seas with their silver fringe. Enfolded in that soothing calm, The earth seems sweet, and heaver near; The flowers bloom free, the air is balm, And summer rules the radiant year.

Collection: 
English
Francis Fisher Browne

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