"But softer tasks divide Florella's hours;
"To watch the buds just op'ning on the day;
"With welcome shade to screen the languid flowers,
"That sicken in the summer's parching ray.
"Oft will she stoop amidst her evening walk,
"With tender hand each bruised plant to rear;
"To bind the drooping lily's broken stalk,
"And nurse the blossoms of the infant year."