INTRODUCTORY VERSUS. 



Like lightly utter'd careless words, 

 Wounding the heart's half-broken chords* 



Woe for the Aspen tree and woe 



For hearts too finely strung, 

 The tempest wind shall round them blow, 



And heart and branch, be wrung; 

 The storm's dread wing shall o'er them sweep, 



And bow them to the blast, 

 While each must early learn, to weep 



The hopes that could not last: 

 The bosom's sensibility, 

 pictured in the Aspen tree. 



The little Blue Bell lifts its head 



The Amaryllis beside, 

 Emblems, upon their grassy bed, 



Of Lowliness and Pride, 

 Bright as the summer's bluest cloud, 



Each opening Bell appears, 

 The sun, that gilds the floweret proud, 



Its humble blossom cheers; 

 Sweeter the Blue Bell's lowly mien, 

 Than Pride, in dazzling radiance seen. 



The variegated Columbine 



Hangs its bright head to earth, 

 As half ashamed the sun should shine 



Upon its place of birth ; 



