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I'll climb each tall, aspiring tree, To seek nectareous fruits for thee; I'll cull the blossoms op'ning fair, In blushing wreaths to bind thy hair: For thee the streams in murmurs flow; For thee the buds empurpling glow; For thee the balmy zephyrs play; Arise, my Zumia! haste away!