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“But now I catch upon the breeze
The smell of Cuba's fragrant trees;
From Hayti too, the sound is plain
Of coffee trees and waving cane;
The Sandwich Islands, ten in number,
Which in the great Pacific slumber,
Just now, like rising orbs, appear
Approaching nearer and more near.
The smell of Cuba's fragrant trees;
From Hayti too, the sound is plain
Of coffee trees and waving cane;
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Which in the great Pacific slumber,
Just now, like rising orbs, appear
Approaching nearer and more near.
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