i FLORA AND THALIA. 



" But know, that I a fragrance give — 



A fragrance that can never die ; 

 E'en when my colours cease to live, 



My leaves that perfume shall supply." 



Truly she spoke : the next day sees 

 The fopling Poppy stripped and bare ; 



Its gaudy blooms are on the breeze. 

 And tossed by every breath of air. 



The Lavender still sweetly grew, 



Till Anne, one Summer morning, found, 



By its rich fragrance where it grew ; 



Its heads she plucked and gently bound. 



But still it gives its inatchless scent. 

 Sweet as that maiden's spotless mind. 



Which, when old age her charms has reft. 

 Will charm by what is left behind. 



R. PATTEESOIf. 



Belfast. 



