TEMPTATION. 



" Watered and sheltered from thy birth, 



Beneath the Acacia bough, 

 Placed on this chosen spot of earth, 

 What flower so blessed as thou ?" 



Thus a bright Lupin, in the grove, 

 Kind as a summer-shower, 



To sooth, in gentle accents strove, 

 A melancholy flower. 



" Ah, wo is me !" with mournful voice, 



I heard the plaint reply, 

 " Ne'er shall Convolvulus rejoice, 



Here doomed to pine and die. 



" The sun was scarcely set last night, 



My bells began to close, 

 When, to my half-discerning sight, 

 A lovely vision rose. 



" How shall my artless speech describe 



The glories of its form ? 

 It seemed of that aerial tribe, 

 Which here at noontide swarm. 



