90 FLORA AND THALIA. 



For when in Parian stone we trace 

 Some best-remember'd form or face ; 

 Or see on radiant canvass rise 

 An imitative paradise; 

 And feel the warm affections' glow. 

 Pleased at the pencil's mimic show ; 

 'Tis but obedience to the plan 

 From Nature's birth proposed to man ; 

 Who, lest her choicest sweets in vain 

 Should blossom for our thankless train ; 

 Lest beauty pass unheeded by, 

 Like cloud upon the summer sky ; 

 Lest mem'ry of the brave and just. 

 Should sleep with them consigned to dust ; 

 With leading hand th' expedient proves, 

 And paints for us the form she loves. 



R. SNOW, Esa. 



