LOVE SHUT OUT OF THE FLOWER GARDEN. 



BY MBS. IAWBENCE. 



CLOSE the porch and bar the door ! 

 Onward may thy foot-steps stray : 



Never more an idle hour, 



Bend thou here thy treacherous way. 



HEART'S-EASE tremble all around, 

 As thy wild breath wanders by ; 



ROSES, to thy bosom bound; 



Yield their latest, sweetest sigh. 



Cruel boy ! abjured and scorned, 

 Hear thy blushing trophies glow ; 



LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING, all around 

 Speed thee ! dangerous vagrant go ! 



Where yon fountain sparkles clear, 

 Low beneath its willowy shade, 



Nurslings of one parent bora, 

 LOVE-AND-IDLENESS have played. 

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