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Whilst others to thy bosom rise, And paint the glories of thine eyes, Or bid thy lips and cheeks disclose The unfading bloom of Eden's rose; Less obvious charms my song inspire Which gods and men alike admire— Less obvious charms, not less divine, I sing that lovely bower of thine.

Rich gem! worth India's wealth alone, How much pursued, how little known; Tho' rough its face, tho' dim its hue, It soils the lustre of Peru. The vet'ran such a prize to gain. Might all the toils of war sustain; The devotee forsake his shrine, To venerate that bower of thine.