The pride of Carolina’s early spring!
Whene’er to swell the yellow buds begin,
Their odors fly on every breezy wing,
And far and near the delicate perfume fling.
And when the fragrant flowers have opened wide,
While to the forest pines the tendrils cling,
It is a sight to raise a Southron’s pride,
To see on lofty boughs the golden flowers ride.
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