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66 FABLES OF FLORA. I 
‘ This flower, with balmy sweetness blest, 
May yet thy languid life renew,’ 
He said, and to the Violet’s breast 
The little vagrant faintly flew. 
DR. IiANGnOBKE. 
TIEE GRAPE. 
This is the plant sacred to Bacchus, and with 
which his brows were always garlanded. 
1 Let dimpled Mirth his temples twine 
"With tendrils of the laughing Vine.’ 
Scott. 
FABLE XIX. 
The Grape Vine. 
A vine, enriched with purple fruit, 
Hung brightly o’er a crimson tree; 
Near by, a sparkling streamlet ran, 
And ’neath it sat a wasted man, 
With forehead resting on his knee 
