the poetry OF flowers. 9• 
CUPID INSPIRING PLANTS WITH 
LOVE. 
B Y D Y E R. 
Teeming with Nature’s lively hues, 
I bid thee welcome, genial Spring . 
While fancy wakes her thousand lyres, 
And woods and vales responsive sing. 
She comes; lo ! W inter scowls away; 
Harmonious forms start forth to view ; 
Nymphs tripping light in circles gay, 
Deck’d in their robes of virgin hue. 
Then I, on am’rous sportings bent, 
Like a sly archer take my stand ; 
Wide through the world my shafts are sent f 
And every creature owns my hand. 
First man, the lord of all below, 
A captive sinks beneath my dart; 
And lovely woman, made to glow, 
Yields the dominion of her heart. 
Through sea, and earth, and boundless sky, 
1 he fond subjection all must prove, 
Whether they swim the stream or fly, 
Mountain, or vale, or forest rove. 
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