OR, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 155 
In return for past favours, a band of young bees 
Hummed a midsummer tune through the neigh¬ 
bouring trees; 
And linnet and lark, as by accident, met 
And surprised the young pair with a charming duet, 
And now mirth and revelry were at their height, 
The little ones crept to the shade in affright; 
The ladies had danced in the heat of the sun, 
Till their dresses were limp and their spirits out¬ 
done ; 
And, Flora who witnessed the scene with concern, 
Beckoned forward to Vesper, to empty her urn. 
At once, as by magic, the merriment died, 
Not a whisper was heard, not a gambol was tried! 
Returned to their stations, in border or bed, 
Each shut up his eye, or hung graceful her head ; 
And those who had left foreign mountains and 
vales, 
Rode home, in snug parties, on zephyrs and gales: 
So that ere the first star wandered out with a beam, 
They were all sound asleep, and beginning to 
dream! 
Ann Taylor.. 
BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS. 
Beautiful flowers! your bloom is bright, 
Wherever ye leaf in your own pure light; 
Ye robe the desert, ye deck the glade, 
Ye smile in the sunshine, and purple the mead ; 
