TB.E BEBNA PLANT 
185 
O Nature ! fitted as thou art 
To solace and to bless, 
Not e’en thy charms can win the heart 
Like social happiness; 
And happier far our native isle, 
With all its change and gloom. 
Than lands where, ’mid thy brightest smile, 
There dwells no sacred home ; 
And better still our social ties. 
Than flowery plains and cloudless skies ! 
A. P. 
