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With snowy vases crowned, the lily springs
In queen-like beauty by the river's brink;
And o'er the wave the broad-leaved lotus flings
Its roseate flowers in many a knotted link.
Oh! when the sultry sun has sunk to rest,
When evening's soft and tender shadows rise,
How sweet the scene upon the river's breast,
Beneath the starlight of these tropic skies!
