the spirit's voyage.
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No more with lightest limbs she'll spring Far up the cocoa-tree, No more the cocoa-cup she'll bring, With sunny smile to me!
But safer, through the land of souls, Those tender feet shall go, And where the endless river rolls, More rich the cocoas grow;
And still beneath her joyous hand The spirit-fruit shall rise, Forever blooming through the land, Where nothing droops and dies!
Her dark hair's long and glossy stream, Shall bright kahullahs deck; And wreaths of rainbow shells shall gleam Around her arms and neck.
Play on amid those fragrant bowers, My fair and happy child!Ere long another bark of ours Shall brave the waters wild;
