132 ORCHIS. 



'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 consign'd to dust; 

 With leading hand th' expedient proves, 

 And paints for us the form she loves. 



