There is a paradise on earth

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.