A beautiful poem By Edwin W. Pope
In the center of these, our Antilles
Ever fanned by the ocean’s cooling breeze,
There rises a green isle from the sea;
The Cross in America’s Rosary.
There do the sirens sing their lay:
There do the dolphins sport and play,
There is an amphitheater grand;
The stage of God’s wonders from sea and land.
A witness to all, this grandeur fair
Is a city possessed of beauty rare,
Sweet princess ensconced on the mountainside
Lulled to sleep by the hymns of the turquoise tide!
Here is the gate arched with heavenly blue,
That leads from the old world to the new
To the marvel produced by a mastermind,
That divides two sisters but unites mankind.
There she lies in her splendor, her queenly sublimity
On the hills that support her, a beautiful trinity;
There she dreams of her heyday, the days of her prime,
When her streets flowed with milk and with honey and wine.
Hold thy courage, oh princess, and trust in the Lord,
He’ll grant thee thy rights and insure thy reward,
Yes, the times now approaching coming tho by degrees,
When again wilt thou be, the fair pride of our seas.