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.