68 THE FABLES OF FLORA. 



Perhaps his fragrant load may bind 

 His limbs ; — we'll set the captive free — 



I sought the living Bee to find. 

 And found the picture of a Bee. 



Attentive to our trifling selves. 

 From thence we plan the rule of all; 



Thus Nature with the fabled elves 

 We rank, and these her Sports we call. 



Be far, my friends, from you, from me, 

 Th' unhallowed term, the thought profane.. 



That Life's majestic source may be 

 In idle Fancy's trifling vein. 



Remember still, 'tis Nature*s plan 



Pteligion in your love to find; 

 And knowyfor this, she first in man 



Inspired the imitative mind. 



