THE FABLES OF FLORA. 45 



" Fly, fond adventurer, fly the art 



" That courts thine eye with fair attire; 



*' Who smiles to win the heedless heart, 

 " Will smile to see that heart expire. 



** This modest flower of humbler hue, 

 " That boasts no depth of glowing dyes, 



" Arrayed in unbespangled blue, 



" The simple cloathing of the skies — 



" This flower, with balmy sweetness blest, 

 " May yet thy languid life renew ;'* 



He said, and to the Violet's breast 

 The little vagrant faintly flew. 



