FABLES OF FLORA* 
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‘ That Daisy, in its simple bloom, 
Shall last along the changing year, 
Blush on the snow of winter’s gloom, 
And bid the smiling spring appear. 
‘ The Violet, that, those banks beneath, 
Hides from thy scorn its modest head, 
Shall fill the air with fragrant breath, 
When thou art in thy dusty bed. 
‘ E’en I, who boast no golden shade, 
Am of no shining parts possessed, 
When low thy lucid form is laid, 
Shall bloom on many a lovely breast. 
‘ And he, whose kind and fostering care, 
To thee, to me, our being gave, 
Shall near his breast my flowerets wear, 
And walk regardless o’er thy grave. 
‘Deluded flower! the friendly screen 
That hides thee from the noontide ray, 
And mocks thy passion to be seen, 
Prolongs thy transitory day. 
‘ But kindly deeds with scorn repaid, 
No more by virtue need be done ; 
I now withdraw my dusky shade, 
J^nd yield thee to thy darling sun.’ 
