THE TULIP TREE BLOSSOM. 
And ere the sun full-robed appears, 
He stops awhile to sup 
The dew that gleams in his bright beams, 
Within her golden cup. 
I would that I, like thee, could live 
Above the world as free, 
As careless of its smiles or frowns. 
Flower of the Tulip Tree. 
