Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their

Tis Human Actions Paint The Chart Of Time.

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.

Dark-green And Gemm'd With Flowers Of Snow, With Close Uncrowded Branches Spread Not Proudly High, Nor Meanly Low, A Graceful Myrtle Rear'd Its Head.

The Tulip's Petals Shine In Dew, All Beautiful, But None Alike.

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.