A Song To Flora Poem by Henry Baker

A Song To Flora



What is Glory, Wealth, or Pleasure,
After which Mankind aspire?
Thou, My Life! art all the Treasure,
Joy, and Glory, I desire.
On thy snowy Bosom lying,
Praising my auspicious Fate,
Love a mutual Bliss supplying,
I am Happy, Rich, and Great.

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