A Woodland Seat (continued)

A woodland SEAT, continued.
IN every trifle something lives to please
Or to instruct us. Every weed and flower n
Heirs Beauty as a birth-right, by degrees
Of more or less; though Taste alone hath power K
To see and value what the rest pass by.
This common Dandelion — mark how fine
Its hue! — the shadow of the Day's proud eye
Glows not more rich of gold: — that nettle there, t
Trod down by careless rustics every hour —
Search but its slighted blooms, kings cannot wear!-
Robes prankt with half the splendour of a flower
Pencilled with hues of workmanship divine, —
Bestowed to simple things, denied to power,
And sent to gladden hearts as low as mine. h