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150 And, when he chose to sport and play,

No dolphin ever was so gay

Upon the tropic sea.

Among the Indians he had fought;

And with him many tales he brought

Of pleasure and of fear;

Such tales as, told to any Maid

By such a Youth, in the green shade,

Were perilous to hear.

He told of Girls, a happy rout!

Who quit their fold with dance and shout,

Their pleasant Indian Town,

To gather strawberries all day long;

Returning with a choral song

When day-light is gone down.

He spake of plants divine and strange

That every hour their blossoms change,

Ten thousand lovely hues!

With budding, fading, faded flowers

They stand the wonder of the bowers

From morn to evening dews.