70 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



Why do we ask the Laurel here to glow ? 

 Is it that fame or glory blind us ? No ! 

 But that it hath a spirit nobly bold, 

 To bide the blast, or brave the tempest cold. 

 Not train d by art, or nursed in idle ease, 

 Or taught to bow to what the world shall please, 

 But independent, and to honor true, 

 Might guard the weak, and charm the tasteful 

 too. 



One, too, there is, whose latent virtues claim 

 Of constancy, the undisputed name ; 

 Who seeks, by shrinking in his favorite cell, 

 The applause to shun, that he deserves so well ; 

 Yet all in vain, for few can fail to prize 

 The hues that change not with the changing 

 skies. 



Wilt thou, Oh Sage ! from cloistered study 



deign 



To heed our summons, and delight our train ? 

 &quot; Cur moriator homo,&quot; * might we say, 

 Dum salvia crescit in horto,&quot; but the lay, 



It would seem that the ancient Romans had a high respect 

 for the salubrious properties of this plant, by the interrogative 

 adage, &quot; Why need any man die, who has Sage in his gar 

 den ?&quot; 



