I PARTAKE YOUR SENTIMENTS. 141 
With unabash’d but modest eyes 
Follow his motion to the west, 
Nor cease to gaze till daylight dies, 
Then fold themselves to rest. 
Thrice welcome, little English flower ! 
To this resplendent hemisphere, 
Where Flora’s giant-offspring tower 
In gorgeous liveries all the year : 
Thou, only Thou, art little here, 
Like worth unfriended or unknown, 
Yet to my British heart more dear 
Than all the torrid zone. 
Thrice welcome, little English flower.! 
Of early scenes beloved by me, 
While happy in my father’s bower, 
Thou shalt the blithe memorial be ; 
The fairy sports of infancy, 
Youth’s golden age, and manhood’s prime, 
Home, country, kindred, friends, — with thee. 
Are mine in this far clime. 
Thrice welcome, little English flower ! 
I’ll rear thee with a trembling hand : 
O for the April sun and shower, 
The sweet May-dews of that fair land, 
Where daisies, thick as star-light, stand 
In every walk! —that here might shoot 
Thy scions, and thy buds expand, 
A hundred from one root! 
Thrice welcome, little English flower ! 
To me the pledge of hope unseen : 
When sorrow would my soul o’erpower 
For joys that were, or might have been, 
