Forms mysterious, ancient hues,
He with untir'd hate pursues ;
And his cruel word and will
Is, from every copse-crown'd hill,
Every glade in meadow deep,
Us and our green bowers to sweep.
Now our prayer is, here and there,
May your Honour deign to spare,
Shady spots and nooks, where we,
Yet may flourish, safe and free.
So old Hampshire still may own
(Charm to other shires unknown)
Bays and creeks of grassy lawn,
Half beneath his woods withdrawn.
So from many a joyous child,
Many a sire and mother mild,
For the sheltering boughs so sweet,
And the blossoms at their feet,
Thanks with prayers shall find their way,
And we flowers, if we might pray,
With our very best would own
Your young floweret newly blown.
ANEMONE NEMOROSA, PRIMULA VULGARIS, ORCHIS,
DAFFODIL, CowsLIP, STRAWBERRY, VIOLET, &c., &c.
Innumerable other signatures. Ladwell Hill, April 3, 1851.