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who blew it from its course as it passed from 
the hand of Apollo, and smote the unfortunate 
youth on the head. Hurd mentions 
The melancholy hyacinth that weeps 
All night, and never lifts an eye all day; 
probably in allusion to the melancholy fate of 
Flyacinthus. 
The following address to the hyacinth is ex. 
tracted from Tait’s Magazine. The lines were 
sent to the editor of that talented periodical as 
the production of a young country girl in the 
north of Ireland. We agree with him in saying 
(if that statement be true), that they are indeed 
more than wonderful. They are introduced 
here with great propriety, as they refer to the 
fate of Hyacinthus, as detailed in the preceding 
paragraph. 
Oh! mournful, graceful, sapphire-coloured flower, 
That keep’st thine eye for ever fixed on earth ! 
Gentle and sad, a foe thou seem’st to mirth— 
What secret sorrow makes thee thus to lower ? 
Perhaps ’tis that thy place thou canst not change, 
And thou art pining at thy prison’d lot; 
But oh ! where couldst thou find a sweeter spot, 
Wert thou permitted earth’s wide bounds to range ? 
In pensive grove, meet temple for thy form, 
Where, with her silvery music, doth intrude. 
The lucid stream, where nought unkind or rude 
Durst break of harmony the hallowed charm, 

