Forth sprang the plant, and then was bless'd,
As man's chief treasure!
Throughout the world who knows thee not?
Of palace and of lowly cot
The universal guest,—
The friend of Gentile, Turk, and Jew,
To all a stay, to none untrue,
The balm that can our ills subdue,
And soothe us into rest!
With thee the poor man can abide