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Fain would I make such wisdom mine, 
Prudence and vigour thus combine; 
Not blindly rash when dangers lour, 
Nor slow in duty’s sunny hour; 
Still wait with patience, plan with care, 
Yet prompt to act, and bold to dare. 
Thus I’d be like the Mulberry tree : 
Happy, thrice happy, if wise as she. 
THE NIGHTINGALE FLOWER. 
Fair flower of silent night! 
Unto thy bard an emblem thou shouldst be • 
His fount of song, in hours of garish light * 
Is closed like thee. ’ 
But, with the vesper hour. 
Silence and solitude its depths unseal: 
Its bidden springs, like thy unfolding flower. 
There life reveal. * 
Were it not sweeter still 
To give imagination holier scope. 
And deem that thus the future may fulfil 
A loftier hope. 
That, as thy lovely bloom 
Sheds round its perfume at the close of day, 
