Blue Violet. — Daisy. — Apple-Blossom.

If regal sceptre, love, were mine; —
Or I possessed the realms of faery,
This faithful heart would still be thine,
My innocent and modest Mary!

Young Beauty, at my feet threw down
A rose, with rare and tempting offers; —
And Rank, unclasped her radiant crown; —
And Wealth unlocked her loaded coffers: —

But Beauty's roses soon must fly;
And Love with Rank and Wealth is wary; —
Thy purer charms can never die,
My innocent and modest Mary!