FABLE XI.TheVIOLET Transplanted.

FABLE XI.TheVIOLET Transplanted.

I.WHEREfragrant field-flow’rs, gaily spread,Drink deep the morning dew;Close by a murm’ring riv’let’s sideAn humble Vi’let grew.II.To her the cultur’d spot unknown,She bloom’d in her retreat;And there in native fragrance bless’d,Dispers’d a world of sweet.III.But yet not undisturb’d her lotBy Providence was cast;For oft’ the herds went grazing forthAnd laid the meadow waste.IV.And oft’ the trav’ler’s careless stepHad laid her on the plain;Yet, by the living streamlet fed,She soon reviv’d again.V.At length a curious Florist sawThe sweetly blooming flow’r;Call’d her the field’s and garden’s pride,And plac’d her in his bow’r.VI.Here, with a thousand beauties rang’d,Her elegance was lost;No more the cultur’d spot she grac’d;No more fairFlora’sboast.VII.Abandon’d by his hand, who firstHer charms with pleasure view’d;She in her rise beheld her fate,And now neglected stood.VIII.She droop’d, she pin’d; the richer soilNo nurture could afford;And oft’ in vain her humbler lotThe fading flow’r deplor’d.IX.The happier tribes that flourish’d roundDid each her state deride;Rejoicing that she paid so dearFor what they deem’d her pride.X.The Sun in Cancer flam’d aloftDry thirst her moisture drank;In vain she wish’d the lucent flood,Or shade of osiers dank.XI.Oppress’d at length she drooping fell,As ready to expire;Her bosom unresisting spreadTo Sol’s consuming fire.XII.When lo! from heav’n a gentle rainCool’d that too fervid ray;And soon reviv’d the beauteous flow’r,Which glow’d upon the day.XIII.Her bloom restor’d, renew’d again;Her former lord attends;And midst the fairest of the fairShe numbers now her friends.XIV.Yet, deeply struck with former ills,An humble flow’r she blooms;No pride that lovely bosom knows,WhenceZephyrsteals perfumes;XV.And to the Fair this useful truthShe evermore reveals;That she best knows her Beauty’s force,Who modestly conceals.

I.WHEREfragrant field-flow’rs, gaily spread,Drink deep the morning dew;Close by a murm’ring riv’let’s sideAn humble Vi’let grew.II.To her the cultur’d spot unknown,She bloom’d in her retreat;And there in native fragrance bless’d,Dispers’d a world of sweet.III.But yet not undisturb’d her lotBy Providence was cast;For oft’ the herds went grazing forthAnd laid the meadow waste.IV.And oft’ the trav’ler’s careless stepHad laid her on the plain;Yet, by the living streamlet fed,She soon reviv’d again.V.At length a curious Florist sawThe sweetly blooming flow’r;Call’d her the field’s and garden’s pride,And plac’d her in his bow’r.VI.Here, with a thousand beauties rang’d,Her elegance was lost;No more the cultur’d spot she grac’d;No more fairFlora’sboast.VII.Abandon’d by his hand, who firstHer charms with pleasure view’d;She in her rise beheld her fate,And now neglected stood.VIII.She droop’d, she pin’d; the richer soilNo nurture could afford;And oft’ in vain her humbler lotThe fading flow’r deplor’d.IX.The happier tribes that flourish’d roundDid each her state deride;Rejoicing that she paid so dearFor what they deem’d her pride.X.The Sun in Cancer flam’d aloftDry thirst her moisture drank;In vain she wish’d the lucent flood,Or shade of osiers dank.XI.Oppress’d at length she drooping fell,As ready to expire;Her bosom unresisting spreadTo Sol’s consuming fire.XII.When lo! from heav’n a gentle rainCool’d that too fervid ray;And soon reviv’d the beauteous flow’r,Which glow’d upon the day.XIII.Her bloom restor’d, renew’d again;Her former lord attends;And midst the fairest of the fairShe numbers now her friends.XIV.Yet, deeply struck with former ills,An humble flow’r she blooms;No pride that lovely bosom knows,WhenceZephyrsteals perfumes;XV.And to the Fair this useful truthShe evermore reveals;That she best knows her Beauty’s force,Who modestly conceals.

I.WHEREfragrant field-flow’rs, gaily spread,Drink deep the morning dew;Close by a murm’ring riv’let’s sideAn humble Vi’let grew.

I.

WHEREfragrant field-flow’rs, gaily spread,

Drink deep the morning dew;

Close by a murm’ring riv’let’s side

An humble Vi’let grew.

II.To her the cultur’d spot unknown,She bloom’d in her retreat;And there in native fragrance bless’d,Dispers’d a world of sweet.

II.

To her the cultur’d spot unknown,

She bloom’d in her retreat;

And there in native fragrance bless’d,

Dispers’d a world of sweet.

III.But yet not undisturb’d her lotBy Providence was cast;For oft’ the herds went grazing forthAnd laid the meadow waste.

III.

But yet not undisturb’d her lot

By Providence was cast;

For oft’ the herds went grazing forth

And laid the meadow waste.

IV.And oft’ the trav’ler’s careless stepHad laid her on the plain;Yet, by the living streamlet fed,She soon reviv’d again.

IV.

And oft’ the trav’ler’s careless step

Had laid her on the plain;

Yet, by the living streamlet fed,

She soon reviv’d again.

V.At length a curious Florist sawThe sweetly blooming flow’r;Call’d her the field’s and garden’s pride,And plac’d her in his bow’r.

V.

At length a curious Florist saw

The sweetly blooming flow’r;

Call’d her the field’s and garden’s pride,

And plac’d her in his bow’r.

VI.Here, with a thousand beauties rang’d,Her elegance was lost;No more the cultur’d spot she grac’d;No more fairFlora’sboast.

VI.

Here, with a thousand beauties rang’d,

Her elegance was lost;

No more the cultur’d spot she grac’d;

No more fairFlora’sboast.

VII.Abandon’d by his hand, who firstHer charms with pleasure view’d;She in her rise beheld her fate,And now neglected stood.

VII.

Abandon’d by his hand, who first

Her charms with pleasure view’d;

She in her rise beheld her fate,

And now neglected stood.

VIII.She droop’d, she pin’d; the richer soilNo nurture could afford;And oft’ in vain her humbler lotThe fading flow’r deplor’d.

VIII.

She droop’d, she pin’d; the richer soil

No nurture could afford;

And oft’ in vain her humbler lot

The fading flow’r deplor’d.

IX.The happier tribes that flourish’d roundDid each her state deride;Rejoicing that she paid so dearFor what they deem’d her pride.

IX.

The happier tribes that flourish’d round

Did each her state deride;

Rejoicing that she paid so dear

For what they deem’d her pride.

X.The Sun in Cancer flam’d aloftDry thirst her moisture drank;In vain she wish’d the lucent flood,Or shade of osiers dank.

X.

The Sun in Cancer flam’d aloft

Dry thirst her moisture drank;

In vain she wish’d the lucent flood,

Or shade of osiers dank.

XI.Oppress’d at length she drooping fell,As ready to expire;Her bosom unresisting spreadTo Sol’s consuming fire.

XI.

Oppress’d at length she drooping fell,

As ready to expire;

Her bosom unresisting spread

To Sol’s consuming fire.

XII.When lo! from heav’n a gentle rainCool’d that too fervid ray;And soon reviv’d the beauteous flow’r,Which glow’d upon the day.

XII.

When lo! from heav’n a gentle rain

Cool’d that too fervid ray;

And soon reviv’d the beauteous flow’r,

Which glow’d upon the day.

XIII.Her bloom restor’d, renew’d again;Her former lord attends;And midst the fairest of the fairShe numbers now her friends.

XIII.

Her bloom restor’d, renew’d again;

Her former lord attends;

And midst the fairest of the fair

She numbers now her friends.

XIV.Yet, deeply struck with former ills,An humble flow’r she blooms;No pride that lovely bosom knows,WhenceZephyrsteals perfumes;

XIV.

Yet, deeply struck with former ills,

An humble flow’r she blooms;

No pride that lovely bosom knows,

WhenceZephyrsteals perfumes;

XV.And to the Fair this useful truthShe evermore reveals;That she best knows her Beauty’s force,Who modestly conceals.

XV.

And to the Fair this useful truth

She evermore reveals;

That she best knows her Beauty’s force,

Who modestly conceals.


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