VULGARITY. 
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(i 1 Ye vulgar flowers,’ (she seemed to frown) 
( Who our bright limits share, 
Intruders (as at routs in town 
Queer country neighbors are.) 
(i e Where industry profusion yields, 
How dare ye creep so near ? 
Go, lurk in cold neglected fields ; 
No gipsies harbor here. 
te 6 Blasting the boon, to toil assigned, 
Ill omened plants ye blow, 
Ceres, indignant, hates your kind, 
Nor prospers where ye grow.’ ” 
She spoke;—when lo ! a hostile troop 
The reaper band appears; 
The trembling flowers began to droop— 
The Wheat to shake her ears. 
Alas ! they chose that very morn 
To scatter death around, 
And Poppies, Blue-bottles, and Corn, 
Were levelled with the ground. 
