154 FLORA AND THALIA. 



Z E D O A R 1' . 



Offspring of India, decked with beauteous flower, 

 How oft I've watched thee in my orange grove. 

 At morning's dawn and at the evening hour, 

 With wonder viewed, and praised the Pow'r above. 

 From earliest years I loved thee more, dear flower, 

 Than all the florist's endless arts could raise ; 

 A parent planted thee to deck her favourite bower : 

 No more her love, no more her lips shall praise 

 Your flowers,* nor her I ever more shall see ; 

 But memory sad recals the past to me. 



* A young lady having brought a favourite plant from India : 

 but which died on her reaching Endajid. 



-A 



