27 b' 
CABLES 01-' FLOWERS. 
While wayward April, smiling through her 
tears. 
Decks her fair tresses with the wreaths of 
June. 
“ Then jealous Nature, yield the palm to me, 
To me thy pride its early triumph owes; 
Though thy rude workmanship produc’d the 
tree, 
’Twas Education form’d the perfect Rose.” 
THE STAR TURNED INTO A 
FLOWER. 
ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. 
MONTGOMERY. 
A star would be a flower ; 
So down from heaven it came, 
And, in a honeysuckle bower. 
Lit up its little flame. 
There on a bank, beneath the shade, 
By sprays, and leaves, and blossoms made, 
It overlook’d the garden-ground, 
—A landscape stretching ten yards round: 
O what a change of place 
From gazing through the eternity of space! 
