0f . glory, peace, strength , and duration it spoke, 
For the Laurel, the Olive and old English Oak’ 
The pageant now ended, like all that is bright, 
As transient, as fleeting, as human delight! 
Yet ere it had pass’d the green avenues through, 
Love follow’d, half sighing, and whisper’d adieu.' 
Then, sorrow forgetting, he chased a fleet hour 
But to stop one were hopeless—not Love hath the power! 
Flora charged all the Sylphs of the air in their flight, 
To guard the fair Lily from mildew and blight, 
To spread o’er her petals their gossamer wings. 
When the dew-drops descend and the Nightingale sings, 
That nothing come nigh where the White Lily grows, 
Save the south wind of Summer, the sunshine and Eose. 
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The Acanthus renown’d for its beautiful parts 
Came in as the emblem of Science and Arts , 
’Twas discover’d of old, o’er a trophy of grief' 
Where the Graces in tears, must have cultur’d the leaf; 
