by Alice French
Bathed in the sunshine
Blured by the rain
Walled in by forests old
Dreaming of pain
Spaniard and Frenchman passed
Left but the name
Forgotten settlers died
Careless of fame
Love, death and human hearts
Played the old game
War o'er its smiling fields
Flung blood and flame
Still in its darkling brakes
So old men tell
Ghosts guard the useless hoard
Hidden too well
Jeweled with waving grain
Gracious with shade
Lovely and lovely spot
Where we have played
Outside the whirling world
Has its wild will
Here, 'neath the cypress shade
Time's standing still
