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310 This glorious vision of a grove,

With flowers beneath and fruits above,

Lies in that city's human sea

Whose streets stretch round so ceaselessly.

Oh! who could pass unnoticed by

This scene of nature's royalty?

Instead of birds to warble there,

Ethereal music fills the air,

Breathed from these halls thrown open wide

To admit the ever-changing tide

Of Earth and Afric's hope and pride.