(For Music.)
Bloom, beloved Flower!—
Unknown;—‘tis no matter.
Courts glitter brief hour,
Crowds can but flatter.
Plants in the garden
See best the Sun’s glory;
They miss the green sward in
A conservatory.
—PRIZED WHERE’ER KNOWN.—
Sure this is a blessing,
Outrings the loud tone
Of the dull world’s caressing.
Oxford. December 30, 1830.