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But wish, and hope, to please the eye 
Which finds no other flow’ret nigh.” 
Apparently the northern blast 
Was pleas’d with what it heard ;— it pass’d ; 
Drove the dark threat’ning clouds along, 
Raised ’midst the forest trees its song, 
Rent the tall pine, and from the oak 
Its bare snd ragged branches broke ; 
But spared the early garden flower 
To live through its tempestuous hour, 
That it might teach the proud and great, 
That, even in his humbler state, 
The meanest follower in their train 
Has not been placed on earth in vain. 
HEART'S HASH. 
In gardens oft a beauteous flower there grows, 
By vulgar eyes unnoticed and unseen ; 
In sweet security it humbly biows, 
Aud rears its purple head to deck the green. 
This flower, as nature’s poet sweetly sings, 
Was once milk-white, and Heart’s-ease was 13 
name, 
Till wanton Cupid poised his roseate wings, 
A vestal’s sacred bosom to inflame, 
