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FLORA AND THALIA. 



Not Solomon, in all his state, 



Was clad like Nature's simplest child ; 

 Nor could the world combined create 

 One flow 'ret wild. 



Spare, then, this humble monument 



Of an Almighty's power and skill ; 

 And let it at his shrine present 



Its homage still- 

 He made it, who made nought in vain ; 



He watches it, who watches thee ; 

 And He can best its date ordain, 

 Who bade it be. 



O spare my flower ! for it is frail, 



A timid, weak, imploring thing — 

 And let it still upon the gale, 



Its moral fling. 

 That moral thy reward shall be : 



Catch the suggestion, and apply — 

 " Go live like me," it cries ; " like me 

 " Soon, soon, to die." 



RET. F. H. LITE. 



