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Hemlock came to the portal and tried very hard 
To enter therein without shewing his card; 
But when it was known Heath , was written thereon, 
Zephyr fasten’d the gate and then bade him begone: 
Death’s visage looked grim—he said turning away 
Frost will give me the entree on some future day; 
Arbor-Vitoe remark’d this was merely chagrin, 
In the vales of Elysium death never is seen. 
Vast numbers of plants from all parts of the globe, 
In many a costume and singular robe, 
Attended the court of the goddess to-day, 
With tokens for Cupid to form a bouquet. 
Some wore their court dresses the same as before, 
And appear’d in the stars and the orders they bore, 
While many refus’d in the pageants to act, 
As the Ophrys affirm’d it requir’d much tact. 
And others who often had shone in the field, 
Whose emblems and mottos emblazon’d the shield, 
Had sent an excuse by a native of France 
Old Fleur-de-lys, famed in the page of Romance. 
