SEPTEMBEE. 435 



Where are the lilies flinging 



To the day 

 Night-chasing fragrant beauty ? 



Thrown away ! 



Summer's bright flowers no longer 



Can delay ; 

 Joys with the leaves are falling 



All away ! 



Friendships and Loves long cherish'd 



Cannot stay ; 

 Change brings th' autumnal tempest 



Where are they? 



Yet in the past they flourish 



When a ray 

 Streams from the kindled memory ! 



There they stay. 



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