PUETRY OF FLOWERS. 129 
Fain would I make such wisdom mine, 
Prudence and vigour thus combine; 
Not blindly rash when dangers lour, 
Nor slow in duty’s sunny hour ; 
Still wait with patience, plan with care, 
Yet prompt to act, and bold to dare, 
Thus I'd be like the Mulberry tree; 
Happy, thrice happy, if wise as she. 
THE NIGHTINGALE FLOWER. 
Farr flower of silent night ! 
Unto thy bard an emblem thou shouldst be: 
Eis fount of Song, in hours of garish light, 
Is closed like thee. 
But, with the vesper hour, 
Silence and solitude its depths unseal; 
Its hidden Springs, like thy unfolding flower, 
There life reveal. 
Were it not sweeter still 
To give imagination holier scope, 
And deem that thus the future may fulfil 
A loftier hope? 
That, as thy lovely bloom 
Sheds round its perfume at the close of day, 
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