THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 
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u Though bright my tints, perfumed my breath, 
Though cherished by the fair, 
Though when I fade, even after death, 
My virtues honored are : 
u Yet in my season, numerous powers 
Approach too near the throne ; 
The embroidered garden, rich with flowers, 
Scarce will my empire own. 
(i If blushing to thy court I came, 
When autumn rules the day, 
Then should I sovereign homage claim, 
And hold despotic sway.” 
u Despotic sway, indeed !” replied 
The image of the sun ; 
u In June rejoice to curb thy pride,_ 
My reign is not begun. 
tl Though native of a distant chme, 
No British bloom I boast; 
Yet know, proud plant ! my form sublime, 
Eclipses all thine host. 
