I receive the flowers you bring,
Whose charm anticipates the Spring;
Whose tints in vernal freshness vie
With plants beneath an austral sky, —
Those glowing plants that, long unknown,
Your travell'd science made our own: —
Bright gift! in lavish grace array'd,
Thy flowers have only bloom'd to fade, —
Their transient being soon forgot:
How far unlike the giver's lot!