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WRITTEN IN LOUISIANA. Though the blossoms be ripe on the China

 tree, Though the flower Of the orange be fair to And the pomegranate's blush and the hum

 mlng birds Wing Throw the charms of elysium, 0 South. on

 thy spring; It is dearer to me to remember the North. " here scarce the green leaf yet comes tim

 idly forth, To walk in thy gardens, and dream that Through the verdaraless fields and forests of

 Home. 1.-the golden-hued oriole sing from the tide, On, the blue-bird IS sweeter by the Della

 wares side; And the sound of that flood on it's beaches is

 dear Ne'er ripples the flood so pleasantly here. Oh, the pebble-strown beaches that echo all

 day To the kill-dee's ehrill shriek and the bank

 swallows lay, And at eve, when the harvest moon 1nellows

 the shade, To the sigh of the lover, the laugh of the

 maid China treel though thy blossoms in chaplets

 may bond The brows of the brave and the necks of the

 fond, Never think that fit garlands our oaks cannot

 form, For heads as majestic and bosoms as warm. They may sit in thy shade, but their thoughts

 are away, With the far hills and forests, yet naked and

 gray; With the floods roaFiag wildly, the fields ly-

 ing bare, And the hearts-oh, the hearts-that make

 paradise thefet