


FLORAL POESY, 
High o’er the pointal, decked with gold, 
(Emblem mysterious to behold !) 
A radiant erogss its form expands ; 
Its opening arms appear to embrace 
The whole collective human race, 
Refuse of all men, in all lands. 
TO THE PASSION- FLOWER. 
BARTON, 
IF superstition’s baneful art 
First gave thy mystic name, 
Reason, I trust, would steel my heart 
Against its groundless claim ; 
But if, in fancy’s pensive hour, 
By grateful feelings stirred, 
Her fond imaginative power 
That name at first conferred, — 
Though lightly truth her flights may prize, 
By wild vagary driven, 
For once their blameless exercise 
May surely be forgiven. 
We roam the seas—give new-found isles 
Some king’s or conqueror’s name : 
We rear on earth triumphant piles 
As meeds of earthly fame :— 
We soar to heayen ; and to outlive 
Our life’s contracted span, 
Unto the glorious stars we give 
The names of mortal man : 




Cn 1S 
