FEVER-TREES

The beautiful Acacia

She sighs in desert lands:

Over the burning waterways

Of Africa she sways and sways,

Even where no air glideth

In cooling green she stands.

The beautiful Acacia

She hath a yellow dress:

A slender trunk of lemon sheen

Gleameth through the tender green

( Where the thorn hideth )

Shielding her loveliness.

The beautiful Acacia

Dwelleth in deadly lands:

Over the brooding waterways

Where death breedeth, she sways and sways,

And no man long abideth

In valleys where she stands.