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The cocoa's nectar let me sip. The citron's juice refresh my lip; While around me hovering play Birds, in radiant plumage gay; And amidst the foliage, raise Melodies, in varied lays. There, in aromatic bow'rs, Be mine to pass the summer-hours; Or by some clear cascade reclin'd;   Whose dashing sound may lull the mind, Wake the lyre and tune the song, Scenes of paradise among!