As roses bloom around
Their sweet scent pleasures bring,
The hummingbird's song is heard
I, too, a song will sing.
The hummingbird sings again,
It forgets no lay;
Expressing its love without strain,
And it sings its love all day.
All nature is wrapped in peace and joy,
The clouds, the sun, the shade;
And sweet the breaths of forest rise,
Like incense, newly made.
Methinks this added peace and rest,
Sweetie, your shade has brought;
And you, my song, are the best,
The song my soul has sought.
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