To Africa

There are a thousand vines amongst mine home An hundred wonders burnt to knead this throne The darkest skins embrace this tender land For when the Heavens fall, Her praises stand. I know a haven, soft as soft can art Uphill the warmest farms, and zephyr's swell Evergreen shrubs do spread where does her heart That place where love is sown, and sown so well. Oh! Bless mine heart for breath embraced me here A million of good hours must dwell therein If 'tis as sin to praise Her, I should sin For ne'er was laid a land more blest, most fair. And now I know upon what beaux was laid Was it not fair fortune of this maid?