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Tho’ my green leaves are sometimes rais’d over the tomb, 
To enliven its darkness and dissipate gloom; 
And oft have my seedlings been planted below 
Where perhaps for a season they flourish and grow; 
But I blossom aloft, and my foliage shades 
The fountain of Life, where no flow’ret e’er fades. 
Helianthus was sent from the great orb of day 
Due homage to Flora, its goddess to pay; 
And it bow’d in devotion its beautiful head 
Whilst rays of gold sunshine upon it were shed; 
But its eye, like a star most resplendently bright 
Aspiring to heaven still turns to the light. 
The Pinks as Affection —an exquisite group, 
Came encircled together, and link’d in a loop. 
Fascination and charms were observ’d in their air 
They are tokens of love—and Love's motto they bear ! 
The goddess appear’d much diverted to see 
Great Dignity's garb on a little Clove Tree ; 
The Sardony said, with ironical tone, 
; Twas quite the quintescence of taste she had shewn. 
