THE P0ETKY OF FEOWEKJ. 
Floral apostles ! that in dewy splendour, 
“ vVeep without woe, and blush without n 
crime,” 
O may I deeply learn, and ne’er surrender 
Your lore sublime! 
I hou wert not, Solomon ! in all thy glory, 
Arrayed, the lilies cry, “in robes like ours; 
How vain your grandeur! ah, how transitory, 
Are human flowers!” 
in the sweet scented pictures, heavenly Artist! 
With which thou paintest nature’s wide-spread 
hall, 
What a delightful lesson thou impartest 
Of love to all! 
Not useless are ye, flowers! though made foi 
pleasure, 
Blooming o’er field and wave by day and night, 
From every source your sanction bids me treasure 
Harmless delight. 
Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary 
h or such a world of thought could furnish scope I 
Each fading calyx a memento mori , 
Yet fount of hope. 
Posthumous glories ! angel-like collection ! 
Upraised from seed or bulb interred in earth, 
