TEMPTATION. 231 
Watered and sheltered from thy birth, 
Beneath the Acacia bough, 
Placed on this chosen spot of earth. 
What flower so blessed as thou ?” 
Thus a bright Lupin, in the grove. 
Kind as a summer-shower, 
/To sooth, in gentle accents strove, 
A melancholy flower. 
Ah, wo is me !” with mournful voice, 
I heard the plaint reply, 
Ne’er shall Convolvulus rejoice. 
Here doomed to pine and die. 
The sun was scarcely set last night. 
My bells began to close. 
When, to my half-discerning sight, 
A lovely vision rose. 
How shall my artless speech describe 
The glories of its form ? 
It seemed of that aerial tribe. 
Which here at noontide s\Varm. 
