▲ FAlUt VISION. 57 



Their ready hands rear up the drooping flowers, 



Exhausted by the fervent heats of day, 



And sprinkle dew-drops on their beauteous heads, 



Till sweet refreshment, diunk through every pore, 



Gives vernal brightness to their hues again. 



With gentle fingers they the buds unbind. 



And set them from their clasping leaflets free. 



That when bright morning comes with rosy smile. 



Their quick unfolding, or expanded charms 



May gladsome welcome give. They oft, when falls 



The sparkling moonlight shower, the bright drops catch 



And hide the globules in the purple cups 



Of thirsty bells or azure violets ; 



Or with nice touch unlock their nectared stores 



Of balmy essences to breathe abroad 



In lavish fragrance on the moistened air. 



Works delicate as these employ their hands. 



And give their sportive revels higher zest. 



Whene'er the moon, in silver majesty. 



Serenely rules the midnight's purple realm. 



A truce to fictions, beautiful and bright 1 



And let imagination stoop to truth 



From her high flight, and view the scenes around. 



