ACROSTIC.





To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles,

O'er cankered care bring radiant smiles,

Best gift of Love to mortals given!

At once the bud and bliss of Heaven!

Crownless are kings uncrowned by thee;

Content the serf in thy sweet liberty,

O charm of life! O foe to misery!



J.H.





A WINTER EVENING HYMN TO MY FIRE. AD NICOTINA. facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

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