fables of flora. 
Nor yet alone to full-robed Spring confined, 
Around her brow the crown of flame they bind, 
But scattered still o'er Summer’s tawny vest, 
Their lingering sweets regale the insect guest.’ 
This flower is the emblem of coquetry. 
FABLE XII. 
The Dandelion. 
In a dim cell, a man of crime 
Wore out the long and dreary time; 
His head grew gray with years. 
Still obstinate, and full of hate, 
He sullenly endured his fate, 
Nor seemed to think upon his state 
With either hopes or fears. 
The man of God in kindness strove 
To touch his heart by fear or love, 
But all his prayers were vain; 
The guilty wretch refused to show 
One shadow of remorse or woe, 
But still more hardened seemed to grow 
In hatred and disdain. 
One day the blue sky bent, in love, 
The gloomy prison-yard above ; 
It was his recess hour; 
