



198 POLTRY OF FLOWERS. 6 
And to the wide world then unfeelingly leave 
thee— 
May that heart never prosper, but fade like 
thy flowers ! 
THE EGLANTINE. 
Tur Hglantine delights to grow 
Where gentle zephyr-breezes blow; 
Nor claims she the exotic bower. 
* Oh, no! she is an English flower. 
A pretty simple flower art thou, 
And fit to grace the virgin’s brow, 
If simple elegance might dare, 
But for one moment, revel there. 
She loves the wild intricate maze, 
Secluded from the vulgar gaze ; 
Nor do her silken leaves so fair 
Unfold to tempt the vicious there, 
In yonder lone, sequester’d dell, 
Where memory often loves to dwell, 
T saw the sweetest eglantine 
That ever bloom’d ’mid Nature’s greci. 
Sometimes I snatch that fairy gem, 
T move it from its parent stem, 
For, with the bee, I aye would share 
Its sweets, and seek it everywhere | 

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