The finest of aU our ornamental treeB,native of Europe and 
America, 
DIGNITY AND GRACE 
She walks in beauty like the night 
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; 
And all that’s best of dark and bright 
Meets in her aspect and her eyes; 
Thus mellowed to that tender light 
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. 
One shade the more, one ray the less, 
Had half impaired the nameless grace 
Which waves in every raven tress, 
Or softly lightens o’er her face. 
Where thoughts serenely-sweet express, 
How pure, how dear their dwelling place, 
