|The Father of Waters rolling,
On in its pomp and pride,
Caressing the dormant galleys,
Nested closely side by side,
And proudly sweeping by,
When at the close of day,
It circles in its course,
Where the Crescent City lay.
|[There are] some of our old citizens who still reside in the locale who
remember the happy group who were wont to assemble on a pleasant
summer eve upon the levee, where one could hear the vesper bells from
the Ursuline convent just opposite, and see the falling rays upon the
monument at the field of Chalmette. While at their feet. . .
|Text from "The Story of Algiers: The Past and Present" published 1896, by William H. Seymour.