138 TABLES OF FLORA. 
But when the sun had kissed the dew 
From off each floweret’s blushing cheek, 
Then pale the Morning Glory grew, 
And turned a shelter cool to seek. 
The humbler plants, which near it twined, 
Dared offer none to one so proud; 
So ’neatli the burning sun it pined, 
Till faint with heat its head it bowed. 
"When Flora to her chosen bower 
Again with smiles and music came, 
All withered was the haughty'flower, 
That sought so high a place and name. 
The Glory of the morning hours 
Had faded ere the sun was high, 
While sweetly bloomed the nameless flowers, 
So lately passed unnoticed by. 
Then Flora doomed the Morning’s pride, 
Thus early evermore to fade; 
While humbler blossoms at its side 
In lasting beauty she arrayed. 
D. n. Jacques. 
