FABLES OF FLORA. 85 
‘ If war my peaceful realms assail, 
And then, unmoved by pity’s call, 
I smile to see the bleeding' vale, 
Or feel one joy in Nature’s fall, 
‘ Then may each justly vengeful flower 
Pursue her Queen with generous strife, 
Nor leave the hand of lawless power 
Such compass on the scale of life. 
1 One simple virtue all my pride — 
The wish that flies to misery’s aid; 
The balm that stops the crimson tide, 
And heals the wounds that war has made.’ 
Their free consent, by zephyrs borne, 
The flowers their Meadow’s Queen obey; 
And fairer blushes crowned the ntorn, 
And sweeter fragrance Sited the day. 
Da. Langiior.vk. 
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