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The strawberry blooms upon its lowly bed,
Plant of my native soil! - the lime may fling
More potent fragance on the zephyr's wing;
The milky cocoa richer juices shed;

The white guava lovelier blossoms spread -
But not like thee to found remembrance bring
The vanished hours of life's enchanting spring,
Short calendar of joys for ever fled! -

Thou bidst the scenes of childhood rise to view,
The wild-wood path which fancy loves to trace;
Where veiled in leaves, thy fruit of rosy hue

Lurked on its pliant stem with modest grace -
But ah! when thought would later years renew,
Alas, successive sorrows crowd the space!