On the sleep of plants

When suns are set, and stars in view,

Not only

man

to slumber yields;

But Nature grants this blessing too,

To yonder

plants

, in yonder fields.

The Summer heats and lengthening days

(To them the same as toil and care)

Thrice welcome make the evening breeze,

That kindly does their strength repair.

At early dawn each plant survey,

And see, revived by Nature's hand,

With youthful vigour, fresh and gay,

Their blossoms blow, their leaves expand.

Yon' garden plant, with weeds o'er-run,

Not void of

thought

, perceives its hour,

And, watchful of the parting sun,

Throughout the night conceals her flower.'

Like us, the slave of cold and heat,

She too enjoys her little span --

With

Reason

, only less complete

Than that which makes the boast of

man.

Thus, moulded from one common clay,

A varied life adorns the plain;

By nature subject to decay,

BY NATURE MEANT TO BLOOM AGAIN!