Flings odorous airs afar;
Yet sweeter than these on the passing breeze
Is the scent of a prime cigar.
When all the beauties of Flora's court
Smile on the gay parterre,
What glorious color, what exquisite form,
And dainty scents are there!
They bask in the beam, and bend by the stream,
Like beautiful nymphs at play,
Holding dew-pearls up in each nectar cup