62 Song's qf the Linnaan Tribes. 



A rich repast in wood and field, 



And a thousand flowers 



Within our bowers, 

 To thee their nectared essence yield. 



SONG OF THE TETRADYNAMIAN TRIBES. 



Blossom of the time-worn tower, 

 Fragrant Wall-flower, thee we bring 



To be our chieftain's chosen flower, 

 And round his path the odors fling, 



Emblem of love, sincere and warm, 



And friendship that survives the storm. 



SONG OF THE MONADELPHIAN TRIBES. 



We come, the highway sides to grace 

 And strew the banks with Malta flowers; 



With gay Geranium's varied race 



We have decked the Janes and woodland bowers. 



On the marsh, in the shade of verdant hills, 

 Her blossoms Althea delights to rear, 



And deep in her green retreat distils 

 The healing balm to the shepherd dear. 



BoI*dly we brave the blast and storm, 

 Unharmed by Ocean's tempestuous roar, 



While fair Sanatera erects her form, 

 And hangs her wreath on the sandy shore. 



SONG OF THE DIADELPHIAN TRIBES. 



Our splendid sails, like the butterfly's wing, 

 Are gay with the rainbow's hues, 



And our silvery keels sweet odors fling, 

 As they sweep the morning dews. 



The treasures of gardens and cultured plains, 



We bear on our gallant prows, 

 Feasts for the flocks and the shepherd swains, 



And plumes for regal brows. 



Come taste our sweets, come wreathe our flowers, 

 While the sunbeams gild our sails, 



For we fold thee wherever the dark cloud lowers, 

 And tempt not the stormy gales. 



SONG OF THE POLYDELPHIAN TRIBES. 



Comk follow Hypericum's golden star, 

 It will lead to where happiness dwells afar, 

 With nature in peaceful shades. 



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