1 1 6 WIND- HA R P SONGS.

The orange and the sprawling fig,

The manihot, with tubers big ;

Sweet grapes and olives rich with oil,

Guava s fruit that asks no toil ;

The palm of dates, and cocoa-nut,

The banyan, whose strange limbs down-put

An hundred trunks, instead of one,

To bear its leaves against the sun ;

Acacia-foliaged tamarind,

The lilac-flowered Pride of Ind ;

Banana, very tree of life,

Plumed pampas-grass, each blade a knife ;

The great silk-cotton s bole, butressed,

The royal palm of heavenward crest ;

The passion flower and fruit divine,

The fragrant, fair vanilla vine ;

The coy and shrinking mimosa

The flesh preserving poypoya ;

The woman-breast-like pomegranite,

Coffee, mate and chocolate ;

The cherimoya, luscious, sweet,

Whoso which tastes must surely eat ;

Pine-apples, sweet as lady lips

When Creole kisses Cupid sips