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Where waves thy wonder-working wand 

 What splendid scenes disclose ! 



The blasted heath, the arid strand, 

 Out-bloom the gorgeous rose ! 



Even in the seraph-sex is thy 



Munificence described ; 

 And Milton says in lady's eye 



Is Heaven identified. 

 A seedling, sprung fi-om Adam's side, 



A most celestial shoot ! 

 Became of Paradise the pride, 



And bore a world of fruit. 



The Lilly, Rose, Carnation, blent 



By Flora's magic power, 

 And Tulip, feebly represent 



So elegant a flower. 

 Then, surely, Bachelors, ye ought, 



In season to transfer 

 Some sprig of this sweet 'toucii-me-not,' 



To grace your own parterre ; 



And every Gardener should be proud, 



With tenderness and skill. 

 If haply he may be allowed 



This precious plant to till. 

 All that man has, had, hopes, can have, 



Past, promised, or possessed. 

 Are fruits which culture gives or gave 



At Industry's behest. 



