Gladly my infant love of flowers was fed;
By thee my steps through flow’ry tracts were led,
Where ne’er mine eye could aught but beauty see;
Throughout our borne exotics perfume shed,
In sooth, it was fair Flora’s treasury!
Thy love, and use of heaven’s blest means of grace,
Faith bids me trust, have placed thee with thy God,
Where flowers unfading deck the lovely place.
Oh, when I’ve closed my toilsome earthly race,
With thee may those bright scenes by me be trod,