POETRY OP PLOWEUS 
115 
Thee '"'hen young- Springfirst question’d Winter’s sway 
And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, 
Thee on this bank he threw 
To mark his victory, 
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In this low vale, the promise of the year, 
Serene thou openest to the nipping gale, 
Unnoticed and alone, 
Thy tender elegance. 
So virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms 
Of chill adversity, in some lone walk 
Of life she rears her head, 
Obscure and unobserved: 
While every bleaching breeze that on her blows, 
Chastens her spotless purity of breast, 
And hardens her to bear 
Serene the ills of life. Kirke White. 
THE HOSE. 
As late each flower that sweetest blows 
1 pluck’d, the Garden’s pride! 
Within the petals of a Rose 
A sleeping love I spied. 
Around his brows a beamy wreath 
Of many a lucent hue; 
All purple glow'd his cheek beneath, 
Inebriate with dew. 
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