Now charming all hearts, throwing gladness around, 
Like a gem that was lost, unexpectedly found. 
Love smil’d at this flow’ret for once when he flew 
O’er the odorous bank where the Violet grew; 
He met with the Zephyrs who told him a tale 
Of fragrance and sweetness borne off by the gale; 
Till the Violet laughing, confessed with her eye 
’Twas bestow’d as a gift on a gale passing by. 
Mezereon travell’d thro’ frost and thro’ wet 
And acted as usual the little Coquette : 
With garlands of flow’rs now wreathing her head, 
Now decking it richly with berries of red ; 
Resolv’d o’er all hearts to establish her sway, 
She varies for ever the dress of the day. 
Then came in Narcissus who droop’d from the hour 
He descried his own Beauty—now chang’d to a flower 
Retaining the emblem, his motto of old, 
He was Self-love and Vanity drest out in gold. 
