

art, 

The Poetry of Flowers. 

HEART’S-EASE. 
BY MRS. SHERIDAN. 
In gardens oft a beauteous flower there grows, 
By vulgar eyes unnoticed and unseen ; 
In sweet serenity it humbly blows, 
And 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 its 
name, 
Till wanton Cupid poised its roseate wings, 
A vestal’s sacred bosom to inflame. 
With treacherous aim the god his arrow drew, 
Which she with icy coldness did repel, 
Rebounding thence with feathery speed it flew, 
Till on this lonely flower, at last, it fell. 
Heart’s-ease no more the wandering shepherd 
found ; 
No more the nymphs its snowy form possess ; 
Its white now changed to purple by love’s wound, 
Heart’s-ease no more,— tis Love in Idleness. 

THE RO sek. 
TRANSLATED FROM CAMOENS. 
JusT like love is yonder Rose :— 
Heavenly fragrance round it throws, 
Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, 
And in the midst of briers it blows ; 
Just like love. 


