go ORCHIDS. 
myself with saying that the cultivation of this curious orchid 
has but rarely succeeded in our conservatories.” 
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle 
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; 
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, 
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime? 
Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, 
Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine; 
Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with perfume, 
Wax faint o’er the gardens of Gil in her bloom? 
Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, . 
And the voice of the nightingale never is mute; 
Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, 
In color though varied, in beauty may vie, 
And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye; 
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, 
And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? 
*T is the clime of the East; ’tis the land of the sun, 
Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? 
O, wild as the accents of lover’s farewell 
Are the hearts which they bear and the tales which they tell! 
Byron. 
