66 THE FABLES OF FLORA. 



Through those fair scenes, where yet she owes 

 Superior charms to Brockman's art. 



Where, crowned with elegant repose. 

 He cherishes the social heart — 



Through those fair scenes we'll wander wild. 

 And on yon pastured mountains rest; 



Come, brother dear! come, Nature's child! 

 With all her simple virtues blest. 



The sun far-seen on distant towers. 

 And clouding groves and peopled seas. 



And ruins pale of princely bowers 

 On Beacheorough's airy heights shall 

 please. 



Hertfordshire. Nature has formed a Bee apparently feeding on 

 the breast of the flower with so much exactness, that it is impos- 

 sible, at a very small distance, to distinguish the imposition. For 

 this purpose she has observed an economy different from what 

 is found in most other flowers, and has laid the petals horizort- 



