FLORA AND THALIA. 93 



So smell those neat and woven bowers, 

 All over arched with orange-flowers, 

 And almond-blossoms that do mix, 

 To make rich these aromatics ; 

 Thus sweet the smells ; oh ! what can be 

 More liked by her, or loved by me 1 



HEBRICK. 



The warden of these haughty towers 



Has reared me into day ; 

 And well the proud carnation's flowers, 



The cares of man repay. 

 In Flora's thousand glories drest, 



My varied petals bloom, 

 And well the loaded gales attest, 



Their burdens of perfume. 



FROM THE GERMAN OF GOETHE, 



