Circle me in their dance, and sing such songs
As human ear ne'er heard!'"—But cease the strain,
Lest Wisdom, and severer Truth, should chide.
Next is a sketch of Steep Holms, introducing the following exquisite episode:
Dreary; but on its steep
There is one native flower—the Piony.
She sits companionless, but yet not sad:
She has no sister of the summer-field,
That may rejoice with her when spring returns.
None, that in sympathy, may bend its head,