" Flowers, the sole luxury which nature knew,
" In Eden's pure and guiltless garden grew.
" To loftier forms are rougher tasks assign'd;
" The sheltering oak resists the stormy wind,
" The tougher yew repels invading foes,
" And the tall pine for future navies grows;
" But this soft family to cares unknown,
" Were born for pleasure and delight alone.
" Gay without toil, and lovely without art,
" They spring to cheer the sense and glad the heart."
Mrs. Barbauld