There is a paradise on earth When flow'rs, to hail the summer's birth From tree and grass are springing; When perfumes rise to scent the gale, And birds, in ev'ry grove and vale, To welcome it are singing. But fairer still, a lovely maid, In all the charm of youth array'd, No aid from art requiring; All other flow'rs we cast aside, And gaze with joy inspired pride, Enraptur'd and admiring.