Bright emerald from the amethystian sea,
Beautiful Mona, rising from the deep;
All who love Nature needs must worship thee,
Sunlight and joy are thine; the heart will leap
With a wild rapture as the eye doth sweep
Over thy fertile and majestic hills:
Thy rocks of ages—mighty, jagg'd and steep,
The sparkling of thy many crystal rills,
Scenes of enchantment form—the heart with rapture fills!

Beautiful Mona, robed in ambient air:
Isle of Sea Nymphs who around thee play;
Brave men hast thou, and women passing fair,
And peaceful valleys on thy sunny way,
Tempting us never from thy shores to stray;
Clear are the waters that around thee flow,
Pure as the cloudless sky at noon of day;
Upon thy sea-girt hills wild flowers grow,
Whilst sparkling waves and sands are dallying far below.