THE FABLES OF FLORA. 51 



" If war my peaceful realms assail, 

 " And then, unmoved by pity's call, 



" I smile to see the bleeding vale, 

 " Or feel one joy in nature's fall. 



" Then may each justly vengeful flov^^er 

 " Pursue her Queen with generous strife, 



" Nor leave the hand of lawless power 

 " Such compass on the scale of life. 



** One simple virtue all my pride! 



" The wish that flies to misery's aid; 

 ** The balm that stops the crimson tide*, 



** And heals the wounds that war has made.* 



The property of that flower. 



