POETRY OF FLOWERS. 309 
If to a rock for rain he fly, 
Or, some bright day of April sky, 
Imprison’d by hot sunshine lie 
Near the green holly, 
And wearily at length should fare, 
[ He needs but look about, and there 
Thou art!—a friend at hand to scare 
His melancholy. 
A hundred times, by rock or bower, 
Ere thus I have lain couch’d an hour, 
Have I deriv’d from thy sweet power 
Some apprehension ; 
Some steady love; some brief delight s 
Z Some memory that had taken flight ; 
at Some chime of fancy, wrong or right, 
Of strong invention. 
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If stately passions in me burn, 
And one chance-look to thee should turn, 
I drink out of an humble urn 
A lowlier pleasure ; 
The homely sympathy that heeds 
O80 The common life, our nature breeds ; 
ews A wisdom fitted to the needs 
Of hearts at leasure. 
Hresh smitten by thy morning ray, 
‘When thou art up, alert and gay, 
Then, cheerful flower ! my spirits play 
With kindred gladness ; 



