BOTANY. 



IV. 



The exhilarating mountain gale, 

 The velvet slope, the shady vale, 



Have given their sweets to me ; 

 Eager to seize the fav'rite flower, 

 I heeded not the tempest's lower, 

 Nor mid-day sun's exhausting power, 



Impeird by love of thee. 



The search repays by health improv'd, 

 Amply supplies the mind with food 



Of rich variety ; 

 Awakens hope of brighter joy. 

 Presents 's\dth sweets that never cloy. 

 And prompts the haj^piest employ. 



Of praise to Deity. 



