Classic Poem

When Flora heard of Cowslip's fame,
The jealous goddess blush'd for shame: —
" Who dares, " she cry'd, " vindictive own,
An earthly fair usurps my throne! " —
" Descend, " said Pallas, with a smile,
" With me descend to Britain's isle,
Where joyous shall my sister see
The rustic nymph — Simplicity. "
She came — she saw — and pleas'd, she cry'd,
" Yes — Wells is Nature's rural pride.
No more I'll chide the lovely girl,
Who acts sweet innocence so well;
But sign in heav'n the fix'd decree,
That Wells on earth shall reign for me. "