FLORA AND THALIA. 211 



And gaily the trembling bells peal out, 



With gentle tongue, 

 While elves and fairies career about, 



'Mid dance and song. 

 Oh, roses and lilies are fair to see ; 

 But the wild Blue-bell is the flower for me. 



LOUISA ANISTE TWAMLEY. 



ON A TIME -PIECE. 



WITH A FIGURE OF TIME, PLACED NEAR A VASE ^ 



OF FLOWERS. 



O PAUSE, Old Time, ere o'er my flowers. 



Thy fatal sithe is coldly laid ; 

 And leave, leave, some lingering hours. 



Ere Nature's final debt is paid. 



Some lingering hours, in which may rise 



The memory of the buried past ; 

 And I may pour some parting sighs, 



O'er hopes, thoughts, joys, for ever past. 



They rise no more — those flowers are shed, 

 Whose early fragrance blest my morn ; 



They haunt the chambers of the dead, 

 Like flowers around the funeral urn. 



