DROPS PROM FLORA’S CUP. 47 
THE MEZEREON. 
ANON. 
* Thou hast thy wish; all love to see 
Thy simple bloom, Mezereon tree! 
The thrush its sweetest minstrelsy 
Is pouring forth to welcome thee; 
Thy store of sweets, the early bee 
Hath sought with ready industry; 
And prizing much thy beauty, we 
Are come to greet thee joyously. 
Long shalt thou hold thy gentle sway: 
For when thy wreaths must fade away 
Beneath the summer’s scorching ray, 
Thy stems shall glow in vesture gay 
With scarlet berries rich array. 
Please then fair plant, through many a day 
Till winter stern thy doom shall say, 
Whose voice the fairest must obey. ’ 
— Mezereon, too, 
Though leafless well attired and thick beset 
With blushing wreaths, investing every spray. 
COWPER. 
