This distinguished critic has stoutly denied any inclination toward the Romish Church. It should be conceded that he knows his own views in that direction better than Dame Rumor.
The bed of flowers loosens amain;
The beauteous snowdrops droop o'er the plain.
The crocus opens its glowing bud;
Like emeralds others, others like blood.
With saucy gestures primroses flare;
And roguish violets, hidden with care;
And whatsoever there stirs and strives,
The Spring's contented, it works and thrives.
