THE JASMINE. 
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evening may be perceived at the distance of many miles, 
almost verifying the exquisite description of Milton : — 
-“ As when to them who sail 
Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past 
Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow 
Sabasan odours from the spicy shore 
Of Araby the blest; with such delay 
Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league, 
Cheer’d with the grateful smell, old Ocean smiles.” 
Our own now almost naturalised species cannot boast 
such powerful fragrance; but who that inhales the deli¬ 
cate scent it gives out, especially towards evening, could 
wish it altered either in kind or degree? 
In early youth, ere life appear’d 
The sober thing I since have found it, 
Or disappointment yet had sear’d 
The garlands with which hope had crown’d it, 
How oft I long’d, when thou, fair flower, 
At eve thy treasured sweets wert breathing, 
To find in some lone glen a bower 
Which thy dark-mantling sprays were wreathing, 
And there, from morn to evening grey, 
Muse tranquilly my life away. 
K 
