AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 243 
One, who could change the worship of all climates, 
And make a new religion wherever she comes, 
Unite the differing faiths of all the world, 
To idolize her face. 
Dryden. 
YOUR FROWN I DEFY. 
ANEMONE. 
The delicate anemone hepatica is one of the earliest visiters 
in spring, flowering in sunny spots before the snow has left the 
ground. 
Your coldness I heed not, 
Your frown I defy, 
Your affection I need not; 
The time has gone by, 
When a blush or a smile on that cheek could beguile 
My soul from its safety, with witchery’s wile! 
Then, lady, look kindly, 
Or frown on me still, 
No longer all blindly 
I yield to your will! 
Too tightly you drew the light reins of command, 
And your victim is free — for they broke in your hand . 
F. 6. o. 
