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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS, 
CUPID INSPIRING PLANTS WITH 
LOVE. 
BY DYER. 
Tremine with Natnre’s lively hues, 
I bid thee welcome, genial Spring! 
While fancy wakes her thousand lyres, 
And woods and vales responsive sing. 
She comes; lo! Winter scowls away 3 
Harmonious forms start forth to view s 
Nymphs tripping hgh: in circles gay, 
Deck’d in their robes of virgin hue. 
‘Vhen J, on am’rous sportings bent, 
Like a sly archer take my stand ; 
Wide through the world my shafts are sent ; 
And every creature owns my hand. 
First man, the lord of all below, 
A captive sinks beneath my dart; 
And lovely woman, made to glow, 
Yields the dominion of her heart. 
Through sea, and earth, and boundless shy, 
The fond subjection all must prove, 
Whether they swim the stream or fly, 
Mountain, or vale, or forest rove. 
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