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"Tw As on the border of a stream
And, gilded by the morning beam,
* This fable was first published in a Collection of Letters, supposed to have passed between St. Evremond and Waller.
And sure, more lovely to behold,
Than crimson fading into gold,
The beauteous flower with pride elate,
Vainly affects superior state,
“O lustre of unrivalled bloom!
“Superior far to mortal doom,
“Away, ye worthless, formless race!
“No more my native bed disgrace,
“Shall the bright daughter of the Sun
“Ye slaves, your sovereign's presence shunt
“And thou, dull, sullen ever-green!
“My noon-day beauties beam unseen,
“Deluded flower!” the Myrtle cries,
“The meanest shrub that you despise,
“That daisy in its simple bloom,
“The violet, that, those banks beneath, “Hides from thy scorn its modest head, * Shall fill the air with fragrant breath, “When thou art in thy dusty bed.
“Even I, who boast no golden shade,
“When low thy lucid form is laid,
“And he, whose kind and fostering care
“Shall near his breast my flowrets wear,
“Deluded flower, the friendly screen
“And mocks thy passion to be seen,
“But kindly deeds with scorn repaid,
“I now withdraw my dusky shade,
Fierce on the flower the scorching beam With all its weight of glory fell;
The flower exulting caught the gleam, And lent its leaves a bolder swell.
Expanded by the searching fire,
The mantling bloom was painted higher,
But when the sun was sliding low,
The wanton beauty ceased to blow, -