166 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
But soon will the shadows of night be withdrawn, 
Which ever in mercy are given; 
And thou shalt be cheered by the light of the morn, 
And fanned by the breezes of heaven. 
And still may thy tranquil and delicate shade 
Yield fragrance and solace to me; 
For though all the flowers in my garden should fade, 
My heart will repose upon thee. 
THE GOLDEN CHAMPACA (or Champack). 
(Yellow Oriental Jessamine.) 
MOORE. 
The maid of India, blest again to hold 
In her full lap the champack’s leaves of gold, 
Thinks of the time when, by the Ganges’ flood, 
Her little playmates scattered many a bud 
Upon her long black hair, with glassy gleam 
Just dripping from the consecrated stream. 
