Its waters are clear and cool.

They are the melted snows of Orizava.

Upon its banks grow clumps of the cocoa-palm and the majestic plantain.
There are gardens upon its banks, and orchards filled with the fruit-trees of the tropics.

I see the orange with its golden globes, the sweet lime, the shaddock, and the guava-tree.

I ride under the shade of the aguacate (_Laurus Persea_), and pluck the luscious fruits of the cherimolla.