TIIE TULIP AND THE MYRTLE. 
LANGHOUNE. 
H'was on the border of a stream 
A gaily painted tulip stood, 
And gilded by the morning beam, 
Survey’d her beauties in the flood. 
And sure more beauties to behold. 
Might nothing meet the wistful eye, 
Than crimson fading into gold 
In streaks of fairest symmetry. 
The beauteous flower with pride elate, 
(Ah me ! that pride in beauty dwells !) 
Vainly affects superior state, 
And thus in empty fancy swells : 
“ O lustre of unrivalled bloom ! 
Fair painting of a hand divine, 
Superior far to mortal doom, 
The hues of heaven alone are mine. 
“ Away, ye worthless, formless race, 
Ye weeds that boast the name of flowers, 
No more my native bed disgrace, 
Unmeet for tribes so mean as yours. 
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