Ye all who deem yourselves oppressed

Ye all who deem yourselves oppressed,
Come near, come nearer to me:
Lay off your sorrows’ burdens here
And light up your minds gloomy.

I’ve reared here a vast realm of love
Where mate seeks his mate pretty,
And what one harbors in his heart
Resounds in love’s sweet ditty.

No rival here, no hater’s known,
Here speech is love song, wooing;
Here lions turn to calm, meek lambs
And hawks to doves, sweet, cooing.

Here are all ailments’ remedies;
Here hearts are ever youthful;
Here never fades the blooming rose,
And friendship’s ever truthful.