No man now but, for a while, did his bidding with an open heart.
In the morning we sailed away, not without plentiful promises of return.
When we put up our white sails they cried out and pointed to the cloud sierra.

No! We would not go back to heaven--or if we did so we would come again, loving so our gentle friends upon earth! We sailed, and in all our after wanderings we never came back to this island.

And never again, I think, while Columbus voyaged, did there come to us just the bright, exquisite thrill of that first land after long doubt and no land.

San Salvador--Holy Saviour Island!.