GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 43 
And, as insulters press, 
E’en turn thou thus and bless, 
And yield from each heart’s bruise a redolence 
more sweet. 
Then from his rocky pulpit I heard cry 
The Stonecrop. See how loose to earth I 
grow, 
And draw my juicy nurture from the sky. 
So drive not thou, fond man, thy root too 
low; 
But loosely clinging here, 
From God’s supernal sphere 
Draw life’s unearthly food, catch heaven’s un¬ 
dying glow. 
Then preach’d the humble Strawberry. Be¬ 
hold 
The lowliest and least adorn’d of flowers 
Lies at thy feet; yet lift my leafy fold. 
And fruit is there unfound in gaudier 
bowers. 
So plain be thou, and meek, 
And when vain man shall seek. 
Unveil the blooming fruit of solitary hours.. 
Then cried the Lily : Hear my mission next. 
On me thy Lord bade ponder and be wise ; 
O, wan with toil, with care and doubt perplext, 
Survey my joyous bloom, my radiant dies. 
