KEW GARDENS 
ANONYMOUS 
So sits, enthroned in vegetable pride, 
Imperial Kew, by Thames’s glittering side: 
Obedient sails from realms unfurrowed bring 
For her the unnamed progeny of Spring. 
Delighted Thames through tropic umbrage glides, 
And, flowers Antarctic bending o’er his tides, 
Drinks the new tints, the sweets unknown inhales, 
And calls the sons of science to his vales. 
In one bright point admiring Nature eyes 
The fruits and foliage of discordant skies, 
Twines the gay flow’ret with the fragrant bough, 
And binds the wreath round George’s regal brow. 
Sometimes, retiring from the public weal, 
One tranquil hour the Royal Partners steal, 
Through glades exotic pass with step sublime, 
Or mark the growth of Britain’s happier clime. 
