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When Ruth was left half desolate,
And she had made a pipe of straw
There came a Youth from Georgia's shore,
From Indian blood you deem bim sprung:
With hues of genius on his cheek
He was a lovely Youth! I guess
Among the Indians he had fought,
He told of Girls, a happy rout,
He spake of plants divine and strange
He told of the Magnolia,t spread
+ Magnolia grandiflora.
* The splendid appearance of these scarlet flowers, which are scattered with such profusion over the Hills in the Southern parts of North America is frequently mentioned by Bartram in his Travels.