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In a little snug nook sate the Jessamine pale, And that pure, fragrant Lily, the gem of the vale; The meek Mountain-Daisy, with delicate crest, And the Violet, whose eye told the Heaven in her breast; While allur'd to their side, were the wise ones, who bow'd To that virtue which seeks not the praise of the crowd. But the proud Crown Imperial, who wept in her heart That modesty gained of such homage a part, Looked haughtily down on their innocent mein, And spread out her gown, that they might not be seen.

The bright Lady-slippers, and Sweet-briars agreed With their slim cousin Aspens a measure to lead; And sweet 't was to see their light footsteps advance, Like the wing of the breeze, thro' the maze of the dance;