SANDALWOOD, you say, and in your thoughts it chimes br With Tyre and Solomon; to me it rhymes br With places bare upon Pacific mountains, br With spaces empty in the minds of men. br br Sandalwood! br The Kings of Hawaii call out their men, br The men go up the mountains in files; br Hands that knew only the stone axe now wield the iron axe: br The sandalwood trees go down. br br More sandalwood is called for: br The men who hunt the whale will buy sandalwood; br The Kings would change canoes for ships. br Men come down from the mountains carrying sandalwood on their backs; br More and more men are levied; br They go up the mountains in files; they leave their taropatches so that famine comes down on the land.