60 S&ngs of the Linncean Tribes. 



SONG OF THE ENNEANDRIAN TRIBES. 

 Chieftain for thee, on the slender spear, 

 The crown of Bulomus flowers we rear, 

 By the sedgy streams of the deep green vale, 

 We dwell with the summer nightingale. 



She flies from India's sultry groves, 

 To tell us sweet tales of her Eastern loves. 

 When the latest notes of her liquid song 

 Are floating the woodland valleys among. 



The buds of the Roseate Jlowers expand, 

 As if waked to life by the music bland ; 

 Princes receive from the nymphs of the spring 

 The Bulomus blossoms thy votaries bring. 



SONG OF THE DECANDRIAN TRIBES. 



Oh, Arbutus tree, 



We pluck from thee 

 The spray that forms our chieftain's crest, 



With thy berries bright 



As the rosy light 

 The sun gives out when he sinks in the west. 



Through enchanted groves, 



Where the poet roves, 

 In Araby's fair and sunny clime, 



He sees not a gem 



On its golden stem, 

 More lovely than this in its season of prime. 



SONG OF THE DODECANDRIAN TRIBES. 



In desert spots and chalky dells, 

 The pale Reseda meekly dwells, 

 Yet hid within her petals lie 

 Tints that with Ophir's gold may vie, 

 The princely banner proudly spread 

 Above the courts where monarchs tread, 

 Gleaming with many a glorious hue, 

 From this pale flower its splendor drew. 

 Let none behold with cold disdain, 

 The frailest blossom of the plain, 

 Let none the simplest being scorn, 

 Though humbly placed and meanly born, 

 The lowliest thing may have the power 

 To cheer and bless the loftiest bower ; 

 Queen of the Meadows, thee we greet, 

 And lay our tribute at thy feet. 



