22 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



In a little snug nook sate the Jessamine pale, 

 And that pure, fragrant Lily, the gem of the 



vale ; 

 The meek Mountain-Daisy, with delicate 



crest, 

 And the Violet, whose eye told the Heaven in 



her breast ; 

 While allur d to their side, were the wise ones, 



who bow d 

 To that virtue which seeks not the praise of 



the crowd. 

 But the proud Crown Imperial, who wept in 



her heart 



That modesty gained of such homage a part, 

 Looked haughtily down on their innocent 



mein, 

 And spread out her gown, that they might not 



be seen. 



The bright Lady-slippers, and Sweet-briars 



agreed 

 With their slim cousin Aspens a measure to 



lead; 

 And sweet t was to see their light footsteps 



advance, 

 Like the wing of the breeze, thro the maze 



of the dance ; 



