The East, of legend place, Where dreams their kingdom find, First bore the human race, The cradle of our kind! Here sky and ground both merge, Do not exist apart; The gates at Heaven's verge Near Hell's domain here start. Here is the home, behold, The sons of Perkons won, Where bright they forge their gold, In Gardens of the Sun. Its Daughters care devote, Grow golden apples bright. Safe in a diamond boat, Here sleeps the Sun each night. Each morning new, its steeds Swim in the ocean's tide, With golden reins it leads Them from a mountainside. The people living here Enjoy a happy lot; Like children nothing fear, Of evil know no jot. The Gods' Sons them protect, From what foul spirits do. Their destiny close direct The Sun's fair Daughters too. Bearslayer stayed here long, And with his men lived through Of happy days a throng; Saw many wonders too. The people of the land Protected them from harm, And sought to show the band The country's special charm. The Gardens of the Sun Alone they did not show; To live mankind must shun The splendour of their glow. The Hill of Diamonds Bearslayer once again To set off homeward chose.- The happy day came when, Before the Sun arose And crossed through Heaven's dome, The sails were raised up high. The ship set out for home, Beyond the land and sky. The darkness was as thick As in the depths of Hell. The sailors could not pick, One from the other tell. But somewhere far away, A glimmer caught their glance; They steered the ship that way To seize this happy chance. When suddenly, quite near, They reached the Diamond Hill. Although in mists unclear, The peak bright sparkled still. The golden glow they neared, Whose rays like diamonds pour.. To land the helmsman steered- The crewmen rushed ashore. All felt now strong the will The Diamond Hill to seek; Bearslayer warned, but still One clambered to the peak. Up on the hilltop's height, With all to him revealed, Cried: "God, how fair a sight!" But then his fate was sealed. As though on wind's wings borne, From off the hill he flew, Into the air was drawn, And vanished from their view. A second climbed up high, To where the diamonds shone: "Oh God, how fair!" his cry, And then-he too was gone! To miss this fate, a third, Tied to a rope, climbed too. The same words all then heard- He also slipped from view! But others seized the line, And could him backwards draw. Though he would always pine, And never word spoke more. Bearslayer left this hill, And long they sailed around, Their voyage blind until The light of day they found. The Enchanted Isle There was no more delay Upon the journey there; The weather every day Like all the winds was fair. The vessel soon sailed free, And hope in all was born, To find the Baltic Sea.- Then came a fateful dawn: