142 FLORA AND THALIA. 



" When that too shakes the trembUng ground, 

 Borne down by some tempestuous sky, 



And many a slumbering cottage round 

 Startles — how still their hearts will lie ! 



" Of them who, wrapt in earth so cold. 

 No more the smiling day shall view ; 



Should many a tender tale be told, 

 For many a tender thought is due. 



" Hast thou not seen some lover pale, 

 When evening brought the pensive hour, 



Step slowly o'er the shadowy vale. 



And stop to pluck the frequent flower 1 



" Those flowers he surely meant to strew 



On lost affection's lowly cell. 

 Though there, as fond remembrance grew, 



Forgotten from his hand they fell. 



" Has not for thee, the fragrant thorn 



Been taught her first rose to resign 1 * 



With vain but pious fondness borne 

 To deck thy Nancy's honoured shrine 1 



" 'Tis nature pleading in the breast. 

 Fair memory of her works to find ; 



And when to fate she yields the rest. 

 She claims the monumental mind. 



