Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, <br>Hid in this silent, dull retreat,<br>Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,<br>Unseen thy little branches greet;<br>...No roving foot shall crush thee here,<br>...No busy hand provoke a tear.<br><br>By Nature's self in white arrayed,<br>She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,<br>And planted here the gaurdian shade,<br>And sent soft waters murmuring by;<br>...Thus quietly thy summer goes,<br>...Thy days declinging to repose.<br><br>Smit with those charms, that must decay,<br>I grieve to see your future doom;<br>They died--nor were those flowers more gay,<br>The flowers that did in Eden bloom;<br>...Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power<br>...Shall leave no vestige of this flower.<br><br>From morning suns and evenign dews<br>At first thy little being came:<br>If nothing once, you nothing lose,<br>For when you die you are the same;<br>...The space between, is but an hour,<br>...The frail duration of a flower.