THE FABLES OF FLORA. 



Gliding o'er thy yielding mind, 



Leave sweet serenity behind ; 



While all disarmed, the cares of day 



Steal through the falling gloom away ? 



Love to think thy lot was laid 



In this undistinguished shade. 



Far from the world's infectious view. 



Thy little virtues safely blew. 



Go, and in day's more dangerous hour, 



Guard thy emblematic flower. 



