THE DESERT FLOWER.
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THE DESERT FLOWER.
A weary course the traveller held,
As on with footstep lone,
By scientific zeal impelled,
He tracked the torrid zone.
Sad thought was with his native glades,
His father's pleasant halls,
Where darkly peer, through woven shades,
The abbey's ivied walls.
Yet to the far horizon's bound,
Far as the glance could sweep,
The sandy desert spread around,
Like one vast, waveless deep.
What saw he 'mid that dreary scene,
To wake his rapture wild?
A flower! A flower! with glorious mien,
Like some bright rainbow's child.
