“Nay farther still;—thyself shalt own
“How oft’ I’m join’d with thee;
“And thy bright blossoms brighter bloom,
“Because they’re plac’d by me.
VIII.
“Are not the various tints, which deck
“This scene, the Florist’s pride?
“Me then, imperious! venerate
“For pow’rs to thee deny’d.—
IX.