l'O.Itll.8 OJ' 'lrATUJUl.Ia igt Jmall «:uanmu.*
PustES, lilies, kingcupe, daisies,
Le~ them live upon their praiaea;
Long 1111 there's a sun that eeta,
Prlmroeea will have their glory ;
Lo11g aa there are violets,
They will bave a place in story:
There's n Bower that shall be m.in.e,
'Tis the little celAndine.
Ere A leaf is on A bush,
In the time before the thrash
Has a thought about her nest,
Tho11 wilt come with half a call,
Spreading out thy glossy breast
Like a cat·eless prodigal;
Telling tales about the sun,
When we've little warmth, or none.
Comfort have thou of thy merit,
Kindly, unassuming Spirit I
Carelel!B of thy neighbourhood,
Thou dost show thy pleaso.nt face
On the moor, and tn the wood,
In the la.ne ;-there's not a place,
Howsoever mean it be,
But 'tia good enough for thee. W OB.DBWO&TJt,
l>n fh-e !l'igbf-bla.oming «:mna.As the fair 1lower which shuns the @Olden day,
And blooms amidst the shades of silent night,
Spreads her pale petals to the lunar ray,
.A.nd hAilB with balmy breath the ail ver light;
So virtue ehtlll8 the world's applause a11d gnze,
In secret abed• her balmy aweete abro11d,
Nor seeks the voice of fame, nor glory's bl11ze,
But blooms and hl081oms to the praise of God I
LADY FLOBA HA.sruras.
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