THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Or see on radiant canvass rise 
An imitative paradise; 
And feel the warm affections glow, 
Pleased at the pencil’s mimic show ; 
’Tis but obedience to the plan 
From nature’s birth opposed to man, 
Who, lest her choicest sweets in vain 
Should blossom fcr our thankless train; 
Lest beauty pass unheeded by, 
Like cloud upon the summer sky; 
Lest memory of the brave and just, 
Should sleep with them confined to dusit 
With leading hand the expedient proves, 
And paints for us the form she lovea. 
