THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. ;63 
Jr, on the dingle’s shadowy steep, 
The gaudy furze beneath, 
TT} Henuti Ly 
Thy modest beauties sweetly peep, 
Thy chaster odours breat he. 
From luxury we turn aside, 
From wealth and ostentatious pride, 
Vith many an emblematic thorn, 
Thy humbler mien well please d to meet 
Like competence in blest retreat, 
Thy smiles the spring adorn. 

What though thou boast no splendid hue 
Of Flora’s prouder race ? 
To me more fair art thou to view, 
In all thy simple grace: 
Thine innocence and beauty peek 
More like my Celestina’s cheek 
Where all the modest virtues splay 3 
Expression beaming from her eye, 
In cherub-smiles of chastity 
With mild and temper’d eee 
Yet treasures lurk within thy lips 
Yo glad the spoiler bee, 
Who not with idle errand sips, 
Or wanton vagrancy. 
Ah! blest is he who temperance tries, 
Simplicity above disguise, 



