FABLES OF FLORA. 
01 
She slept. The canopy of flowers 
Arrested dew and chill; 
You might have heard their odor-showers, 
The air was all so still; 
Save through the neighboring alder-bowers, 
The murmur of a rill. 
The morning light from peaceful rest 
Awoke the hapless maid ; 
She found upon her snowy breast 
A wreath of blossoms laid — 
Sweet proof that she was loved and blessed, 
And had not vainly prayed! 
VIOLET AND PANSY. 
‘Violet is for faithfulness, 
Which in me shall abide ; 
Hoping, likewise, that from your heart 
Yon will not let it slide.’ 
So sings Shakspeare, t.ie greatest of all poets; 
and Wordsworth, the greatest of living poets, 
has given us the assurance, that 
‘ Long as there's a sun that sets, 
Primroses will have their glory s 
Long as there are Violets, 
They will have a place in story.’ 
