270 FORTUNA FLORA. 



Love gives to nature's voice a tone 

 That true hearts understand ; 



The sky, the earth, the forest lone, 

 Are peopled by his wand ; 



Sweet fancies all our pukes thrill, 

 While gazing on a flower. 



Mrs. Hale. 



Give me the boon of love ! 



The path of fame is drear, 

 And glory's arch doth ever span 



A hill-side cold and sere. 

 One wild flower from the path of Love, 



All lowly though it lie, 

 la dearer than the wreath that waves 



To stern Ambition's eye. 



//. T. TucJxrma*. 



