heart’s-ease. 
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Who knew the learned names of all the flowers. 
And recognized a lily, though its head 
Rose in a ditch of dull Latinity ! 
Pansies ? You praise the ones that grow to-day 
Here in the garden : had you seen the place 
When Sutherland was living ! Here they grew 
From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each 
A golden dazzle like a glimmering star. 
Each broader, bigger than a silver crown; 
While here the weaver sat, his labor done, 
Watching his azure pets and rearing them 
Until they seemed to know his step and touch, 
And stir beneath his smile like living things ! 
The very sunshine loved them, and would lie 
Here happy, coming early, lingering late. 
Because they were so fair. 
HEART’S-EASE. 
MRS. SHERIDAN. 
In gardens oft a beauteous flower there grows. 
By vulgar eyes unnoticed and unseen ; 
In sweet security it humbly blows, 
And rears its purple head to deck the green. 
This flower, as Nature’s poet sweetly sings, 
Was once milk white, and Heart’s-ease was its name. 
Till wanton Cupid poised his roseate wings, 
A vestal’s sacred bosom to inflame. 
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