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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