VULGARITY. 
FLORAL FABLE. 
One August morn, before the sun 
Had reached his glorious height, 
What time, ere harvest is begun, 
The corn-fields most delight. 
Snug by a hedge, o’erhung with treeSj 
Where blades less numerous grew, 
A nest of Poppies, placed at ease, 
Conversed with Bottles blue. 
(i I wonder much,” with rustic grace. 
A Poppy .thus began. 
li Why our mild inoffensive race 
Is so despised by man. 
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