Happy the nymph this flower can find!
In never-ending sweets array’d,
Whose blooming beauties never fade.
’Tis neither violet nor rose,
Nor in the field nor garden grows;
Fast rooted in the soul ’tis seen,
And there maintains perpetual spring.
Would’st thou, ’till latest time shall end,
Secure the lover and the friend;
Elmina, cultivate with care,