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course the traveller held, As on with footstep lone, By scientific zeal impelled He tracked the torrid zone.

His thoughts were with his native glades, His father's pleasant halls, Where darkly peer through woven shades The abbey's ivied walls.

But to the far horizon's bound, Wide 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.

Kneeling he clasped it to his breast, He praised its wonderous birth, Fresh, fragile, beautiful and blest, The poetry of earth.

No secret fountain through its veins Sustaining vigor threw, No dew refreshed those arid plains, Yet there the stranger grew.