58 THE FABLES OF FLORA. 



" Why seeks he with unwearied toil 



" Through death's dim walks to urge his way, 



** Reclaim his long-asserted spoil, 

 " And lead Oblivion into day? 



** Tis Nature prompts, by toil or fear 

 " Unmoved, to range thro' death's domain : 



" The tender parent loves to hear 

 " Her children's story told again. 



" Treat not with scorn, his thoughtful hours, 

 ** If haply near these haunts he stray; 



** Nor take the fair enlivening flowers 

 " That bloom to cheer his lonely way.** 



