114 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



What though in Maro s * fabled lore, 



To Troy s bold chief thine aid was lent, 

 Who dauntless trod the infernal shore, 

 Where sad and frowning shades of yore 

 Their date of anguish spent, 



Yet we, to Pluto s dreary coast, 



Passport from such as thee, disdain ; 

 We seek our hero mid the host, 

 Where wails no grim and guilty ghost, 

 On ileaven s unclouded plain. 



Lo ! watchful o erjiis honor d clay, 



A nation sheds the filial tear ; 

 And pilgrim s kneel, and patriots pray, 

 And plants of glory drink the day, 



Why dost thou linger here ? 



In war the laurel wove his crest, 

 The olive deck d his sylvan dome, 



The mournful cypress marks his rest, 



Dark Misletoe ! the Druid s guest, 

 Hence ! seek some fitter home. 



* The Viscum Album of Linnaeus, or sacred misletoe of the 

 Druids, is the plant which was the passport of ^Eneas in his 

 descent to the Infernal Regions. See JEneid, Book 6th. 



