The following, by one of those above described, may, perhaps have been printed before. Its elegance merits perpetuity, and is here given from the Author’s own manuscript.
LIMODORUM.
Sweet flow’r, whose modest beauties blow
Deep in the green and silent vale,
Where willows, bending o’er the stream,
Wave gently to the passing gale!
So, in thy native Sina’s shades
Like thee sequester’d and serene,
Soft smiling sit her pensive maids,
Pleas’d with the solitary scene.