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PROSPERITY.
Come, thou queen of every creature,
Nature calls thee to her arms,
Love sits gay on every feature,
Teeming with a thousand charms.
Nature calls thee to her arms,
Love sits gay on every feature,
Teeming with a thousand charms.
Meet me 'mid the wreathing bowers,
Greet me in the citron grove,
Where I saw the belle of flowers
Dealing with the bloom of love.
Greet me in the citron grove,
Where I saw the belle of flowers
Dealing with the bloom of love.
Hark! the lowly dove of Sharon
Bids thee rise and come away,
From a vale both dry and barren,
Come to one where life is gay.
Bids thee rise and come away,
From a vale both dry and barren,
Come to one where life is gay.
Come, thou queen of all the forest—
Fair Feronia—mountain glee—
Lovelier than the garden flourish,
Or the goddess of the bee.
Fair Feronia—mountain glee—
Lovelier than the garden flourish,
Or the goddess of the bee.
Come, Stercules, and with pleasure
Fertilize the teeming field,
From thy stran dissolved at leisure,
Bid the bee her bounty yield.
Fertilize the teeming field,
From thy stran dissolved at leisure,
Bid the bee her bounty yield.
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Come, thou queen of every creature,
Nature calls thee to her arms,
Love sits gay on every feature,
Teeming with a thousand charms.
Nature calls thee to her arms,
Love sits gay on every feature,
Teeming with a thousand charms.
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