The white man's white sail

The white man's white sail, bringing

To happy Hayti the new-comer,

Over the dark sea-marge springing,

Floated in the silent summer:

Then she brought the guava fruit,

With her maidens to the bay;

She gave them the yuccaroot,

Maizebread and the yuccaroot,

Of sweet Xaraguay:

Happy, happy Anacaona,

The beauty of Espagnola,

The golden flower of Hayti!