j3LUE ^Anemone—JSoul, 
9rH 0U, the spiritual flower, 
^ Sentient of each breeze and shower. 
Thou rejoicing in the shies, 
And transpierced with all their dyes; 
Breathing vase, with light o’er flowing, 
Gem-like to thy centre glowing. 
Thou the poet’s- type shall be, 
Flower of soul, Anemone ! 
Periwinkle—Pleasures of JMemoiry. 
Q WEET memory, wafted by thy gentle gale, 
w Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail. 
To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, 
Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. 
jVItNT —y IRTUE. 
Tjf.OVE Virtue, she alone is free ; 
" She can teach thee how to climb 
Higher than the sphery clime ; 
Or, if Virtue feeble were, 
Heaven itself would stoop to her. 
Milton . 
