When Adam was in Eden, his choicest plant of all
Was a glorious showy Dogwood that bloomed above the wall.
The Devil viewed its spotless white; he marked the Gardener’s pride,
And vowed he’d spoil the garden’s show; — but dared not go inside.
And so he climbed a Locust-tree that grew outside the foss,
And reached to shake, — but found, alas! each bloom was in a cross,
Which put them all beyond his power to wither or to blight.
The worst that he could do was give each snowy leaf a bite:
And there it shows and always will; and where the Devil sat