“I am sure you must admire my good Banhania plant,
With all the grace and beauty which she doth ever grant;
She’s not unlike a mother who must protect her own;
Her buds she close infolds when dangers are fore-known.
“My lovely Jacaranda changes Nature’s plan,
As the unlike woman, or like the wilful man,
The blossoms coming first, its verdant foliage last,
But its loveliness in May time will hold you firm and fast.
“And see the running roses, hugging close my home;
They clasp my heart so sweetly that it never more may roam.