56 FLORA’S DIAL. 
april 15. 
CHINA ASTER. — True yet. 
No more shall flowers the meads adorn ; 
Nor sweetness deck the rosy thorn ; 
Nor swelling buds proclaim the spring ; 
Nor parching heats the dog-star bring ; 
Nor laughing lilies paint the grove, 
When I shall you, dear, cease to love. 
Smollett. 
Qlprii 1G. 
CROCUS BLOSSOM. — Youthful gladness. 
You ’re glad ! 
Because your little tiny nose, 
Turns up so pert and funny ; 
Because I know you choose your beaux, 
More for their mirth than money ; 
Because your eyes are deep and blue, — 
Your fingers long and rosy ; 
Because a little maid like you 
Would make one’s home so cozy ; 
Because, I think, (I ’m just so weak,) 
That some of these fine morrows, 
You ’ll listen while you hear me speak 
My story, and my sorrows ! Anon. 
