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He spake of plants divine and strange
That ev'ry day their blossoms change,
Ten thousand lovely hues!
With budding, fading, faded flowers
They stand the wonder of the bowers
From morn to evening dews.
He told of the Magnolia,[1] spread
High as a cloud, high over head!
The Cypress and her spire,
Of [2]flowers that with one scarlet gleam
Cover a hundred leagues and seem
To set the hills on fire.
