THE HARE.

Sweet Daisy, flower of love! when birds are pair'd,
'Tis sweet to see thee, with thy bosom bared,
Smiling in virgin innocence serene,

Thy pearly crown above thy vest of green.
The lark, with sparkling eye and rustling wing,
Rejoins his widow'd mate in early Spring,
And as he prunes his plumes of russet hue,
Swears on thy maiden blossom to be true.
Oft have I watch'd thy closing buds at eve,
Which for the parting sunbeams seem'd to grieve;
And when gay morning gilt the dew-bright plain,
Seen them unclasp their folded leaves again;
Nor he who sung, "The daisy is so sweet!"
More dearly loved thy pearly form to greet,

When on his scarf the knight the daisy bound,

And dames to tourneys shone with daisies crown'd,
And fays forsook the purer fields above,

To hail the Daisy, flower of faithful love.

DR. LEYDEN.

THE HARE.

IS instinct that directs the jealous Hare
To choose her soft abode. With steps re-
versed

She forms the doubling maze; then, ere the

morn

Peeps through the clouds, leaps to her close

recess.

As wandering shepherds on th' Arabian plains

THE HARE.

No settled residence observe, but shift
Their moving camp; now, on some cooler hill,
With cedars crowned, court the refreshing breeze;
And then below, where trickling streams distil
From some precarious source, their thirst allay,

And feed their thirsting flocks: so the wise hares
Oft quit their seats, lest some more curious eye
Should mark their haunts, and by dark treacherous wiles
Plot their destruction; or, perchance in hopes

Of plenteous forage, near the ranker mead