TEMPTATION. 



A FLOHAIi FABLE. 



"WHY, flower celestial blue, oh, tell, 



Why droops thy silken head ; 

 Why scarce unfolded hangs thy bell. 

 Why are those dew-drops shed ? 



tf Has the east blighting nipped thy buds, 



Have the slugs pierced thy leaves, 

 Have the hot sun-beams drank the floods, 

 Campanula thus grieves ? 



" Say, on this dew-bespangled lawn, 



Encircling our abode, 

 Which mingling trees and shrubs adorn, 

 With fragrant blossoms strewd. 

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