Works

He is not John the gardener,
And yet the whole day long
Employs himself most usefully,
The flower-beds among.

He is not Tom the pussy-cat,
And yet the other day,...

The whispering water rocks the reeds,
And, murmuring softly, laps the weeds;
And nurses there the falsest bloom
That ever wrought a lover's doom.
Forget me not! Forget me not!
Ah! would I could forget!...

A TALE OF THE HEDGE.

HEDGE-PLANTS.

"Beware!
We advise you to take care.
He lodges with us, so we know him well,
And can tell
You all about him,...