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Poems by Bernard Barton

Fourth Edition, with Additions
 

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TO THE LAURUSTINUS.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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TO THE LAURUSTINUS.

Lowly though thy stature be,
Plac'd by many a tow'ring tree,
Sober as may seem the air
Of the blossoms thou dost wear,
When compar'd with tints more gay
Spring and summer shall display,—
Gladly would I claim for mine
Simple chaplet laurustine.
Beauty for her brow may braid
Fairer flowers—but soon they fade;
War may twine its victor laurel,
Stain'd by many a bloody quarrel;
Love its myrtle crown may wreathe
Blighted if indiff'rence breathe;
Let the votary of the Nine
Seek a chaplet laurustine.

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Dost thou, reader, ask me why?
Look abroad in fierce July,
When the bright sun's fervid heat
Withers flowers as frail as sweet,
Then the laurustinus view,
Mark its leaf of glossy hue,
And, should prosp'rous hours be thine,
Prize the chaplet laurustine.
Look abroad again—when snow
Mantles earth, and cold winds blow,
See its cheerful, hardy bloom
Smiling amid winter's gloom;
Green of leaf in summer's heat,
Gay of flower in frost and sleet;
Oh! if poet's claim be mine,
Be my chaplet laurustine.