I PARTAKE YOUR SENTIMENTS, 14] 
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 litéle 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 ! 
Pll 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! 




