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FLORAL POESY. 
PERFUME OF JASMINE. 
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CHURCHILL. 
The jasmine, with which the queen of flowers, 
To charm her god, adorns his favorite bowers ; 
Which brides, by the plain hand of neatness drest, 
Unenvied rival !—wear upon the breast ; 
Sweet as the incense of the morn, and chaste 
As the pure zone which circles Dian’s waist. 
ON THE INDIAN-JASMINE FLOWER. 
RYAN. 
How lovelily the jasmine flower 
Blooms far from man’s observing eyes : 
And having lived its little hour, 
There withers,—there sequestered dies ! 
Though faded, yet ’tis not forgot; 
A rich perfume time cannot sever 
Lingers in that unfriended spot, 
And decks the jasmine’s grave forever. 
Thus, thus should man who seeks to soar 
On learning’s wings to fame’s bright sky, 
Far from his fellows seek that lore, 
Unheeded live, sequestered die. 
Thus, like the jasmine, when he’s fled, 
Fame’s rich perfume will ever keep, 
Lingering around the faded dead, 
As saints that watch some infant’s sleep. 
