THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 
FABLE3 IN TERSE. 
BY MADAM MONTOLIEU. 
INTRODUCTION. 
Oft to beguile the sultry hours, 
In thought I’ve animated flowers, 
Enlivening every walk; 
And though no botanist professed, 
Their reasoning powers have shrewdly guessed, 
And longed to hear them talk. 
It chanced one lovely day in June, 
Just at the madding time of moon, 
I spoke this wish aloud ; 
When from a Pansy, with surprise, 
I saw a gradual mist arise, 
And form a silvery cloud. 
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