Song 1

OH! bear me to the groves of palm, Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm! And when the noon-tide beams invade, Then lay me in the embow'ring shade; Where Bananas o'er my head, Mingling with the Tam'rind spread; Where the long liannes combining, Wild festoons of flow'rs entwining; Fragrant cassia, softly blowing, Lime and orange, ever glowing; All their spicy breath exhale, To scent the pleasure-fanning gale. There her sweet ambrosial stores, Nature in profusion pours; The cocoa's nectar let me sip, The citron's juice refresh my lip; While around me hovering play Birds, in radiant plumage gay; And amidst the foliage, raise Melodies, in varied lays. There, in aromatic bow'rs, Be mine to pass the summer-hours; Or by some clear cascade reclin'd; Whose dashing sound may lull the mind, Wake the lyre and tune the song, Scenes of paradise among!