ON HER BIRTHDAY, WITH SOME GREEN-HOUSE FLOWERS .

Few, but all thornless, are these flowers,
The green-house saved from wintry showers;
So memory still in grief retains
Few joys, but all unmix'd with pains!

May green-house sweets remind thee more
Of Springs to come than Summers o'er,
Past bliss each present care beguile,
And Hope be born from Memory's smile.