VULGARITY. 237 



Ye vulgar flowers,' (she seemed to frown) 



6 Who our bright limits share, 

 Intruders (as at routs in town 



Queer country neighbors are.) 



* Where industry profusion yields, 



How dare ye creep so near ? 

 Go, lurk in cold neglected fields ; 



No gipsies harbor here. 







< Blasting the boon, to toil assigned, 



111 omened plants ye blow, 

 Ceres, indignant, hates your kind, 



Nor prospers where ye grow.' ' 



She spoke ; when lo ! a hostile troop 



The reaper band appears ; 

 The trembling flowers began to droop 



The Wheat to shake her ears. 



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Alas ! they chose that very morn 



To scatter death around, 

 And Poppies, Blue-bottles, and Corn, 



Were levelled with the ground. 



