166 FLORA AND THALIA. 



The earliest snow-drop there shall spring, 

 And lark delight to fold his wing ; 

 And roses pale, and lilies fair, 

 With perfume load the summer air ! 



Adieu, ray babe ! if life were long. 

 This would be even a heavier song ; 

 But years, like phantoms, quickly pass, 

 They look to us from memory's glass. 



Soon on death's couch shall I recline ; 

 Soon shall my head be laid with thine ; 

 And sundered spirits meet above. 

 To live for evermore in love. 



MOl] 



