LOVE SHUT OUT OF THE FLOWER GARDEN 
BY MRS. LAWRENCE. 
Close the porch and bar the door ! — 
Onward may thy foot-steps stray : 
Never more an idle hour, 
Bend thou here thy treacherous way. 
Heart’s-ease tremble all around, 
As thy wild breath wanders by ; 
Roses, to thy bosom bound, 
Yield their latest, sweetest sigh. 
Cruel boy !—abjured and scorned, 
Hear thy blushing trophies glow ; 
Love-lies-bleeding, all around— 
Speed thee ! dangerous vagrant—go 1 
Where yon fountain sparkles clear, 
Low beneath its willowy shade, 
Nurslings of one parent born, 
Love-and-idleness have played. 
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