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A little Cyclops, with one eye
Staring to threaten and defy,
That thought comes next—and instantly
The freak is over,
In fight to cover.
I see thee glittering from afar;
In heaven above thee!
Who shall reprove thee!
Sweet Flower! for by that name at last,
Sweet silent Creature!
Of thy meek nature!
TO THE SAME FLO WER.
Bright Flower, whose home is every where 1
Of joy or sorrow,
The forest thorough!
VOL. II. F
Is it that Man is soon deprest?
A thoughtless Thing! who, once unblest,
Does little on his memory rest,
Or on his reason, And Thou would'st teach him how to find A shelter under every wind, A hope for times that are unkind
And every season?
Thou wander'st the wide world about,
Yet pleased and willing;
In peace fulfilling.
Characteristic of a favourite Dog, which belonged to a Friend of the Author.
On his morning rounds the Master