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TEMPTATION. 
A FLORAL FABLE. i 
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^‘Why, flower celestial blue, oh, tell, i 
Why droops thy silken head ; i 
Why scarce unfolded hangs thy bell, 1 
Why are those dew-drops shed ? 
Has the east blighting nipped thy buds, 
Have the slugs pierced thy leaves. 
Have the hot sun-beams drank the floods. 
Campanula thus grieves ? j 
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Say, on this dew-bespangled lawn. 
Encircling our abode. 
Which mingling trees and shrubs adorn, 
With fragrant blossoms strewd. 
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