TEMPTATION. 
A FLORAL FABLE. 
‘‘Why, flower celestial blue, oh, tell, 
Why droops thy silken head ; 
Why scarce unfolded hangs thy bell. 
Why are those dew-drops shed ? 
“Has the east blighting nipped thy buds, 
Have the slugs pierced thy leaves, 
Have the hot sun-beams drank the floods, 
Campanula thus grieves 1 
“ Say, on this dew-bespangled lawn, 
Encircling our abode, 
Which mingling trees and shrubs adorn, 
With fragrant blossoms strewd. 
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