Songs of the Linncean Tribes. 6i 



SONG OF THE ICOSANDRIAN TRIBES. 



Pomona, from the vintage bowers 



We come with mingled fruits and flowers, 



The Strawberry from its lowly bed, 



We pluck before thy shrine to spread, 



With the Service wild, and the Woodland Plum, 



So thy faithful votaries come. 



From the glowing Raspberry's wavering stem 



We gather many a ruby gem, 



We rifle the boughs of the Cherry tree, 



To find an offering fit for thee, 



The sweet Ulnaria's fragrant bloom, 



We gather to form a regal plume. 



And o'er these proffered gifts we throw 

 The Roses that around us grow, 

 The matchless Rose, whose sweet perfume 

 Outlives its fair but fleeting bloom, 

 And breathes around the faded flower 

 The odors of its opening hour. 



SONG OF THE POLYANDRIAN TRIBES. 



CaiEr of our tribes, to thee we bring 

 Meet offering for a sylvan king. 



As thy royal diadem, 

 The Clematis is wreathed for thee, 



Enriched with many a ruby gem, 

 From the glowing Peony. 



Her gift, the azure Pasquc flower sends, 

 A blossom fit for courtly bowers, 



Her aid the bright Papaver lends, 

 And blends it with her scarlet flowers. 



And golden Caltha cups we bring 

 To pledge thee in the flowing tide, 



And Lilies from the crystal spring, 

 And Globe flowers from the mountain side. 



SONG OF THE DIDYNAMIAN TRIBES. 



Come, honey bee, with thy busy hum, 

 To our fragrant beds of wild Thyme, come 

 And sip the sweet dew from the Betony, 

 The Marjoram and the Euphrasy. 



Come, houey bee, 

 We spread for thee 



