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' flowery fields of waving maize, The breeze of morning lightly plays; Arise, my Zumia! let us rove, The cool and fragrant citron grove! Fair nature spreads her lavish bloom, And bids her zephyrs waft perfume; She breathes ambrosial odours rare; With cassia-fragrance fills the air, And calls thee forth her sweets to share, My lovely maid! We'll mark each aromatic flower, Expanding to the radiant hour; We'll seek the scented orange-bower, Or tam'rind shade;