Original - Duke Divinity School

No more the gaudy Tribe we see.
Droops the Solitary Tree.
Along th’ embroider’d Banks I stray,
Damask’d o’er with rich Array:
Primrose, whose pale Leaves first bring
Tidings of approaching Spring.
Cowslips, faintly sweet, that love
The Sunny Mead; the covert Grove
Screen’d the Violet’s tender Head,
Ere plac’d in Hampton’s sweeter Shade.
Tulip, rich in varied Show,
Rival of the show’ry Bow;
Proud Narcissus, bold to vie
Ev’n with the Lilly’s snowy Die.
Lilly, not alone design’d
To please the Eye, but chear the Mind.
Fragrant Lilly, yield to none,
Or yield to the Junquil alone:
Junquil, alone unequal’d reign
Monarch of Maia’s flow’ry Train.
What has Nature’s ceaseless Care
Form’d so sweet, so gay, so fair?
Scarce so fair the dawning Day;
Scarce so soon it fades away!
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