Come, thou queen of every creature, <br />Nature calls thee to her arms ; <br />Love sits gay on every feature, <br />Teeming with a thousand charms. <br /> <br />Meet me mid the wreathing bowers, <br />Greet me in the citron grove, <br />Where I saw the belle of flowers <br />Dealing with the blooms of love. <br /> <br />Hark! the lowly dove of Sharon, <br />Bids thee rise and come away, <br />From a vale both dry and barren, <br />Come to one where life is gay. <br /> <br />Come, thou queen of all the forest, <br />Fair Feronia, mountain glee, <br />Lovelier than the garden florist, <br />Or the goddess of the bee. <br /> <br />Come, Sterculus, and with pleasure, <br />Fertilize the teeming field; <br />From thy straw, dissolved at leisure, <br />Bid the lea her bounty yield. <br /> <br />Come, thou queen of every creature, <br />Nature calls thee to her arms; <br />Love sits gay on every feature, <br />Teeming with a thousand charms.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prosperity-6/
