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TABLES OF FLORA. 
The following lines are from a later poet. 
* Open afresh your round of starry folds, 
Ye ardent Marigolds ! 
Dry up the moisture of your golden lids | 
For great Apollo bids, 
That in these days your praises shall be sung 
On many harps, which he has lately strung j 
And when again your dewiness he kisses, 
Tell him I have you in my world of blisses j 
So haply, when I rove in some far vale, 
His mighty voice may come upon the gale.’ 
Keats. 
FABLE XXXVIII. 
The Marigold and the nameless Flower. 
A daughter of song in the meadows straying, 
In musical tones to herself was saying, 
‘ O, for a blossom my song to grace! 
O, for a blossom deserving the place! • 
A Marigold,>close in her pathway growing, 
Lifted its countenance, gay and glowing, 
‘ O, what a glorious fate were mine, 
Could I but hope in thy song to shine ! * 
‘ Shall I sing of the Marigold ? > said the lady, 
‘ Or seek a blossom more sweet and shady? 
The Marigold has so much of the sun, 
I ’ll give my light to some sheltered one.’ 
