THE POETI.Y OF FLOWERS. #41 
Or see on radiant canvass rise 
An imitative paradise; 
And feel the warm affections glow, 
Pleased at the pencil’s mimic show ; 
’Tis but obedience to the plan 
From nature’s birth opposed to man, 
Who, lest her choicest sweets in vain 
Should blossom fcr our thankless train; 
Lest beauty pass unheeded by, 
Like cloud upon the summer sky ; 
Lest memory of the brave and just, 
Should sleep with them confined to dust J 
With leading hand the expedient prov®e s 
And pair.ts for us the form she loves. 
