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DROPS FROM FLORA’S CUP. 19 
love shut out of the Flower Garden. 
MRS. LAWRENCE. 
Close the porch and har the door! 
Onward may thy footsteps stray: 
Never more in idle hour 
Bend thou here thy treacherous way. 
Hearts-ease tremble all around, 
As thy wild breath wanders by; 
Roses to thy bosom bound — 
Yield their latest, sweetest sigh, 
Cruel boy! — abjured and scorned, 
Here thy blushing trophies glow; 
1 Love-lies-bleeding ,’ all around — 
Speed thee! dangerous vagrant; go! 
When yon fountain sparkles clear, 
Low beneath its willowy shade, 
Nurslings of one parent bom, 
Love-and-idleness played. 
When yon wild-rose flaunts her flowers, 
(Once its garlands bound my hair,) 
Changed for me those sunny hours, 
Thou thy thorn hast planted there. 
Frailest woodbine, all untwined, 
Wanders here forlorn and free; 
Emblem of the maiden’s mind, 
Who has placed her trust in thee. 
