FLORA AND THALIA. 99 



Therefore, Vj^Pthy soft breath, come floating by 

 A thoussaSid images of love and grief; 



DireiBftSf'Elled with tokens of mortaUty ; 



Deep thoughts of all things beautiful and brief. 



Not such thy spell o'er those who hailed thee first. 

 In the clear light of Eden's golden day ; 



There thy rich leaves to crimson glory burst, 

 Linked with no dim remembrance of decay. 



Rose ! for the banquet gathered, and the bier ! 



Rose ! coloured now by human hope or pain ; 

 Surely, where death is not, nor change, nor fear. 



Yet we may meet thee, joy's own flower, again. 



MRS. HEMANS. 



THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 



'Tis the last Rose of summer 



Left blooming alone, 

 All her lovely companions 



Are faded and gone ; 

 No flower of her kindred. 



No rose-bud is nigh. 

 To reflect back her blushes. 



And give sigh for sigh. 



