Normale Version: To the Torrid Zone
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Pathway of light! o'er thy empurpled zone,
With lavish charms perennial summer strays;
Soft 'midst thy spicy groves the zephyr plays,
While far around the rich perfumes are thrown;

The amadavid-bird for thee alone,
Spreads his gay plumes that catch thy vivid rays;
For thee the gems with liquid luster blaze,
And natur's various wealth is all thy own.

But ah! not thine is twilight's doubtful gloom,
Those mild grations, mingling day with night;
Here, instant darkness shrouds thy genial bloom,

Nor leaves my pensive soul that lingering light,
When musing memory would each trace resume
Of fading pleasures in successive flight.