FLORA AND THALIA. 159 



Such is the fate of simple Bard, 



On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd ! 



Unskilful he to note the card 



Of prudent lore, 

 Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, 



And whelm him o'er ! 



Such fate to suff'ring worth is giv'n, 



Who long with wants and woes has striv'n, 



By human pride or cunning driv'n 



To mis'ry's brink, 

 Till wrench'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n, 



He, ruin'd, sink ! 



Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, 

 That fate is thine — no distant date ; 

 Stern ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, 



Full on thy bloom. 

 Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight. 



Shall be thy doom ! ^ 



BURlfS. 



