THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Or, on the dingle’s shadowy steep, 
The gaudy f urze beneath', 
Thy modest beauties sweetly peep, 
■I hy chaster odours breathe. 
From luxury we turn aside, 
From wealth and ostentatious pride. 
With many an emblematic thorn, 
Thy humbler mien well pleased to meet 
Like competence in blest retreat. 
Thy smiles the spring adorn. 
What though thou boast no splendid ime 
Of Flora’s prouder race f 
To me more fair art thou to view, 
In all thy simple grace : 
Thine innocence and beauty meek, 
More like my Celestina’s cheek, 
^ Where all the modest virtues play; 
Expression beaming from her eye 
In cherub smiles of chastity, 
ith mild and temper’d ray. 
Yet treasures lurk within thy lips 
To glad the spoiler bee, 
Who not with idle errand sips. 
Or wanton vagrancy. 
Ah! blest is he who temperance inrw, 
simplicity above disguise, 
