May earth her darkest woes accord
The base and heartless catiff,
Who'd dare to call my heart's ador'd
A "copper colored" native.
Oh! may his cold heart ne'er grow warm
With rays from beauty's eye;
Ne'er may he feel love's soft alarm
Who would my zeal descry.
His path be e'er with snares beset
When Sol's last rays are setting;
The sweet smiles dance upon her cheeks,
In bright and gay corvetting.
Her deep brown tresses softly flow,
Lit by a thousand graces,
Circling o'er her neck of snow
In light and magic mazes.
So droop the Accacia's tufted wreaths
O'er beds of lilies blooming;
Such to the fragrance which it breathes,
The earth and air perfuming;
Her blue eyes are an angel's bright,
Her heart as pure and warm;
Her gait as graceful, step as light,
Each hath a matchless charm.
She's a Terra Novian maid
Whom fancy so creative;
Would falsely style in spleen arrayed,
A "copper colored" native.
Oh! did the heartless wretch behold
Her snow white bosom swelling;
In soft bright globes of heavenly mould,
He'd rein his savage yelling.
No longer would his cold breast hoard
A spirit so "inflative";
Nor could he call my heart's adored
A "copper colored" native.
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