Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature :: :: University of Virginia Library

Why, ungrateful youth, ah! why
Must the poor Azâkia die!
If you leave this blissful plain,
Never shall we meet again.
Tho' to great Ouâbi true,
Yet this soul resides with you;

Still will follow all thy care,
While the body wastes to air.
Not the golden source of light,
Not the silver queen of night,
Not the placid morning dream,
Not the tree-reflecting stream,
Ever can a charm display,
When thy heav'nly form's away.