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FLORA AND THALIA. 



Thus it bursts forth, like thy pale cup, 

 Glist'ning amid its dewy tears, 



And bears the sinking spirit up, 

 Amid its chilling fears. 



But still more animating far, 



If meek Religion's eye may trace, 



Even in thy ghmm'ring earth-born star, 

 The holier hope of grace ! 



The hope that, as thy beauteous bloom 

 Expands to glad the close of day, 



So through the shadows of thy tomb 

 May break forth Mercy's ray. 



BAttTOX. 



THE EVENING PRIMROSE. 



There are that love the shades of life, 

 And shun the splendid walks of fame ; 



There are that hold it rueful strife 

 To risk Ambition's losing game. 



That, far from Envy's lurid eye, 

 The fairest fruits of Genius rear ; 



Content to see them bloom and die 



In Friendship's small, but genial, sphere. 



Than vainer flowers though sweeter far, 

 The Evening Primrose shuns the day ; 



