DROPS FROM FLORA’S CUP. 1X5 
Say, shall not intellectual powers 
A purer incense waft than flowers? 
And. pour forth tones of holier love, 
Than warbling songsters of the grove? 
Shall lowing herds and bleating flocks, 
Echoes from the hills and rocks, 
Flowing streams and gushing fountains, 
Winds among the woods and mountains, 
Slake music of a sweeter kind, 
Than the rich melodies of mind ? 
Forbid it, every nobler power 
That constitutes the immortal dower, 
Which to mortals lias been given 
For highest purposes, by heaven. 
Let ardent souls, on wings sublime, 
Soar far beyond the bounds of time, 
"With universal nature join 
In hymning goodness so divine; 
Leaving created things behind. 
To adore the uncreated Mind. 
