There the magnolia’s snowy blossoms gleam, 265
Amid their glossy leaves’ umbrageous screen;
There the pale orange scents the languid gales,
And starry jasmine its sweet breath exhales;
There the rich tribes of far Columbia’s plain,
In clustering bloom awake to life again; 270
Glow the acacia’s trembling shade beneath,
Or through the crimson sumach’s palm-like leaf;
On the bright turf a gem-like radiance throw,
And glisten on the tranquil wave below.