Low straggling shrubs, with delicate flowers, and mostly 
natives of the Cape of Qood Hope. 
SOLITUDE. 
I love thee, solitude ! within the vales, 
Or on the hill-tops, where no noisy feet 
Of men intrude, and where the very gales 
Play soberly, amid the leaves they greet! 
No sounds abroad but those 
Which nature, gives the ear— 
The rivulet that flows 
Noiseless, almost, and clear— 
The hum of bees, the woodland flowers 
among, 
And mated birds, that chirp their loving 
song. 
MrUbI 
