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The Fuchsia would the theme prolong, 
And gaily weave her graceful song 
Of still c confiding love ; ’ 
While bright Auriculas reveal 
How Art from Nature oft may steal 
A lesson the sad heart to heal, 
And ‘ Painting’s ’ power would prove ! 
The Evening-Primrose too might teach 
How vain the effort, joy to reach, 
‘Inconstancy!’ is thine! 
The Wall-Flower lifts her humble head, 
As far around her odors spread, 
And through Life’s darkest hours would shed 
‘Fidelity’ divine! 
And see, to swell the lengthened limts 
Of Flora’s chain, these brilliant Pinks , 
This beautiful Heartsease ; 
Of pure affection, lively, strong, 
The first would weave a joyous song, 
Whose cadence Echo will prolong, 
Till borne away by these; 
