"For flowers he rifles all the meads, "For waking flowers-but thine forbears. "Ah! waste no more that beauteous bloom "Fair flower, to live unseen is death." Soft as the voice of vernal gales, That o'er the bending meadow blow, Or streams that steal through even vales, Deep in her unfrequented bower, And answer'd thus the anxious swain : Live unseen! By moon-light shades, in valleys green, Of our pleasures deem not lightly, Laughing day may look more sprightly ; But I love the modest mien, Still I love the modest mien Of gentle evening fair, and her star-trained queen. Didst thou, shepherd, never find Has thy cottage never known That she loves to live alone? While, all disarm'd, the cares of day Love to think thy lot was laid In this undistinguished shade. Far from the world's infectious view, Thy little virtues safely blew. Go, and in day's more dangerous hour XLV THE WALL-FLOWER. LANGHORNE. Why loves my flower, the sweetest flower "That swells the golden breast of May, "Thrown rudely o'er this ruin'd tower, "To waste her solitary day? "Why, when the mead, the spicy vale, "The grove and genial garden call, "Will she her fragrant soul exhale, "Unheeded on the lonely wall? "For never sure was beauty born, 3 "Come, lovely flower, my banks adorn, Thus pity waked the tender thought, I sought-but sudden on mine ear "From thee be far the ungentle deed, "The honours of the dead to spoil, "Or take the sole remaining meed, "The flower that crowns their former toil! "Nor deem that flower the garden's foe, "Or fond to grace this barren shade; ""Tis nature tells her to bestow "Her honours on the lonely dead. "For this obedient zephyrs bear "Her light seeds round yon turret's mold, “And undispersed by tempests there, "They rise in vegetable gold. "Nor shall thy wonder wake to see "Oft have they been, and oft shall be "Truth's, honour's, valour's, beauty's grave. "Where longs to fall that rifted spire, "As weary of the insulting air; "The poet's thought, the warrior's fire, "The lover's sighs are sleeping there. "When that too shakes the trembling ground, "Borne down by some tempestuous sky, |