Murrillo’s Lesson

Lyrics

As down a lone valley with cedars o’erspread,
From war’s dread confusion I pensively strayed,
The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired,
The winds hushed their murmurs, the thunders expired;
Perfumes as of Eden flowed sweetly along,
A voice as of angels enchantingly sung,
‘Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and the child of the skies.’