122 FLORA AND THALIA. 



TO THE UVA-URSI. 



How modest, sweet, and bright, 

 Your clust'ring flow'rs appear ; 



Above the leaves to hail the light, 

 And meet the sunshine there. 



But when the summer's sun is sped, 

 Where will your bloom be found ; 



Your blossoms gone, your leaves all dead, 

 And scattered on the ground. 



Yet when next June's bright sun is high, 

 Your modest flow'rs will spring 



In all their beauty to the sky, 

 And leaves around you bring. 



Just such is youth of virtuous breast. 



He'll fade but yet to bloom ; 

 And in his Saviour's bosom rest, 



When risen from the tomb. 



AlfON. 



