SPARE MY FLOWER. 
109 
Not Solomon, in all his state, 
Was clad like nature’s simplest child; 
Nor could the world combined create 
One flow’ret wild 
Spare, then, this humble monument 
Of an Almighty’s power and skill; 
And let it at his shrine present 
Its homage still. 
He made it, who made nought in vain: 
He watches it, who watches thee ; 
And He can best its date ordain, 
Who bade it be. 
Oh spare my flower ! for it is frail— 
A timid, weak, imploring thing— 
And let it still upon the gale 
Its moral fling. 
That moral thy reward shall be : 
Catch the suggestion, and apply— 
“ Go live like me,” it cries; “ like me _ 
Soon, soon, to die.” 
—Ltte 
