"Oh! Abyssinian tree,
We pray, we pray to thee;
By the glow of thy golden fruit,
And the violet hue of thy flower,
And the greeting mute of thy bough's salute
To the stranger who seeks thy bower."

"Oh! Abyssinian tree,
How the traveller blesses thee,
When the night no moon allows,
And the sunset hour is near,
And thou bend'st thy boughs
To kiss his brows.
Saying, 'Come rest thee here,'

Oh! Abyssinian tree,
Thus bow thy head to me."