The Winter Flower

Bloom, beloved Flower!⁠—
  Unknown;⁠—’tis no matter.
Courts glitter brief hour,
  Crowds can but flatter.

Plants in the garden
  See best the Sun’s glory;
They miss the green sward in
  A conservatory.

—prized where’er known.⁠—
  Sure this is a blessing,
Outrings the loud tone
  Of the dull world’s caressing.