152 POETRY GF FLOWERS. 




‘Why, else, the o’ergrown paths of time 
Would thus the letter’d sage explore, 
With pain these crumbling ruins climb, 
And on the doubtful sculpture pore ? 
‘ Why seeks he with unwearied toil 
Through death’s dim walk to urge his Way, 
Reclaim his long asserted spoil, 
And lead Oblivion into day ? 
THE HYACINTH. 
Cuixp of the Spring, thou charming flower, 
No longer in confinement lie, 
Arise to light, thy form discover, 
Rival the azure of the sky. i 
The rains are gone, the storms are o’er, 
Winter retires to make thee way} 
Come, then, thou sweetly blooming flower, 
Come, lovely stranger, come away. 

The sun is dressed in beaming smiles, 
To give thy beauty to the day : 
Young zephyrs wait with gentlest gales, 
To fan thy beauty as they play. 
