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VOICE OF FLOWERS.
Now with congees, and curtseys, they moved to the door,
But the White Poppy nodded ere parting was o'er,
For Night her last candle was snuffing away,
And Flora grew tired, though she begged them to stay;
Exclaimed, "all the watches and clocks were too fast,
And old Time fled in spite, lest her pleasure should last."
Yet when the last guest went, with daughter and wife,
She vowed she "was never so glad in her life;"
Called out to her maids, who with weariness wept,
To "wash all the glasses and cups ere they slept,
For Aurora, that pimp, with her broad staring eye,
Would be pleas'd, in her house, some disorder to spy."—
Then drank some pure honey-dew, fresh from the lawn,
And with Zephyrons hastened to sleep until dawn.
