JASMINE. 
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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. 
TO THE JESSAMINE. 
MISS JANE TAYLOR. 
Sweet jessamine, long may thy elegant flower 
Breathe fragrance and solace for me: 
And long thy green sprigs overshadow the bowei 
Devoted to friendship and thee. 
The eye that was dazzled where lilies and roses 
Their brilliant assemblage displayed, 
With grateful delight on thy verdure reposes, 
A tranquil and delicate shade. 
But ah ! what dejection that foliage expresses 
Which pensively droops on her breast! 
The dew of the evening has laden her tresses, 
And stands like a tear on her crest. 
I’H watch b y thy side through the gloom of the night 
Impatient till morning appears : 
No charm can awaken this heart to delight, 
My jasmine, while thou art in tears. 
