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FABLES OF FLOWERS. 
The flowers were laughing in the land of 
dreams, 
Our star, in melancholy state, 
Still sigh’d to find itself alone, 
Neglected, cold, and desolate, 
Unknowing and unknown. 
Lifting at last an anxious eye, 
It saw that circlet empty in the sky, 
Where it was wont to roll 
Within a hairbreadth of the pole : 
In that same instant sore amazed. 
On the strange blank all Nature gazed ; 
Travellers, bewilder’d for their guide. 
In glens and forests lost their way ; 
And ships, on ocean’s trackless tide, 
Went fearfully astray. 
The star now wiser for its folly, knew 
Its duty, dignity, and bliss at home ; 
So up to heaven again it flew, 
Resolved no more to roam. 
One hint the humble bard may send 
To her for whom these lines are penn’d ) 
O may it be enough for her 
To shine in her own character! 
O may she be content to grace. 
On earth, in heaven, her proper place ( 
