Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of El Dorado.

But he grew old - This knight so bold - And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found, No spot of ground, That looked like El Dorado.

And, as his strength, Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow -
'Shadow,' said he, 'Where can it be - This land of El Dorado?'

'Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,' The shade replied, - 'If you seek for El Dorado!'

-THE END-