6-2 BOTANY. 



11. 



Science ! thy charms will ne'er deceive, 

 But still increasing pleasure give, 



And varied joys combine ; 

 Nor ever leave on memory's page 

 A pang repentance would assuage ; 

 But purest, liappiest, thoughts engage 



To sweeten life's decline. 



III. 



To thee, oh Botany ! I owe 



Of pure delight, the ardent glow, 



Since childhood's playful day ; 

 E'en then I sought the sweet perfume, 

 Exhal'd along the banks of Froome ; 

 Admii''d the rose's opening bloom, 



And nature's rich anay. 



