The child of the flowery quiver and bow, 
Delighting to roam in the gardens below, 
From the throne of his mother flew swiftly away 
To visit the earth on a bright sunny day. 
He knew that the Roses and Lilies grew there— 
That those Roses were sweet and those Lilies were fair 
And as soon as the gay golden meads were in sight 
Love flutter’d his little blue wings with delight! 
For the face of all nature was smiling and glad, 
Her mountains and valleys were verdantly clad; 
And Summer had strew’d with a liberal hand 
Her beautiful ornaments over the land ! 
And he long’d for those fragrant and delicate flowers 
To live in Elysium and bloom in his bow’rs, 
B 
