82 BOTAXY. 



XLII. 



Not one among thy slieltcr'd tribes 

 Majestic Snowdon ! tliat imbibes 



The sun's enriching ray ; 

 Or decks thine awful cliffs around, 

 Sweeter than Myrica^ is found, 

 A\Tiose fragrance lives beyond the bound 



Of life's swift fading day. 



XLIII. 



Come with thy sorrow soothing balm. 

 The agitated nerve to calm, 



Humulus !^ to my bower; 

 A welcome lethean cup bestow, 

 A sweet forgetfulness of woe, 

 Oh give the aching heart to know 



Thy tranquillizing power. 



