Rich odors fill the evening air;
And, lighting up the dusky shades,
Gleam the MAGNOLIA'S blossoms fair.

The fire-fly, with its fairy lamp,
Flashes within its soft green bower;
The humming sphinx flits in and out,
To sip the nectar of its flower.

Now the charmed air, more richly fraught,
To steep our senses in delight,
Comes o'er us, as the ORANGE-TREE
In beauty beams upon our sight;

And, glancing through its emerald leaves,
White buds and golden fruits are seen;
Fit flowers to deck the bride's pale brow,
Fit fruit to offer to a queen.

But let me rest beneath the PINE,
And listen to the low, sad tone
Its music breathes, that o'er my soul
Comes like the ocean's solemn moan.

Erect it stands in graceful strength;
Its spire points upward to the sky;
And nestled in its sheltering arms
The birds of heaven securely lie.

And though no gaily painted bells,