MARVEL OF PERU. 221 
1 Call it not wasted the scent we lend 
To the breeze when no step is nigh : 
Oh ! thus for ever the earth should send 
Her grateful breath on high ! 
' And love us as emblems, night's dewy flowers, 
Of hopes unto sorrows given, 
That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours, 
Looking alone to heaven. 
