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| THE CRIMSON monads of the deep, | |
| The flying-fish with fitful leap, | |
| Assai palms of matchless grace, | |
| The giant in the vine’s embrace,— | |
| These were his books while journeying on | 5 |
| To read the unknown Amazon. | |
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| Where birds and gorgeous insects flew | |
| Mid tropic flowers of iris hue; | |
| In woods where fragrant myrtles crept | |
| He saw where once the glacier swept; | 10 |
| So nature’s history grows clear | |
| When masters of the race draw near. | |
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| To king and Indian, child and slave, | |
| What rapture his sweet humor gave! | |
| Oft when some truth, by patient toil, | 15 |
| He found confirmed in rock and soil, | |
| From changing nature turned his gaze | |
| To give the unchanging Maker praise. | |
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| Brazil, within thy breast are gems | |
| To glow in future diadems, | 20 |
| But none can equal those he set | |
| In Science’ burning coronet; | |
| Upon the world they gleam afar | |
| As brilliant as the evening star. | |
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