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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Indian Lover. Morning Song.
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O`ER flowery fields of waving maize,
	The breeze of morning lightly plays;
	Arise, my Zumia! let us rove,
	The cool and fragrant citron grove!
	Fair nature spreads her lavish bloom,
	And bids her zephyrs waft perfume;
	She breathes ambrosial odours rare;
	With cassia-fragrance fills the air,
	And calls thee forth her sweets to share,
	My lovely maid!
	We`ll mark each aromatic flower,
	Expanding to the radiant hour;
	We`ll seek the scented orange-bower,
	Or tam`rind shade;
	
	Now, ere the fervid hours of day,
	Arise, my Zumia! haste away!
	Hark! from yonder palmy grove,
	Swells the choral song of love!
	There, on every weeping spray,
	Warblers tune the melting lay:
	Morning`s roseate hues are spreading
	Balmy essence, flowers are shedding;
	Nature smiles, in green array,
	My Zumia rise! no more delay!

	Now glitt`ring in the lucid rays,
	The humming-bird his wing displays
	Floats on the sun-beam and the gale,
	From spicy wood, to myrtle-vale;
	Flutters on light, ethereal plume,
	In tints of orient beauty drest;
	Steals honey from the glowing bloom,
	And weaves the fairy-nest.

	I`ll climb each tall, aspiring tree,
	To seek nectareous fruits for thee;
	I`ll cull the blossoms op`ning fair,
	In blushing wreaths to bind thy hair:
	For thee the streams in murmurs flow;
	For thee the buds empurpling glow;
	For thee the balmy zephyrs play;
	Arise, my Zumia! haste away!
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