220 FLORA AND THALIA. 



Their tendrils, vetch, or pea, or tare, 

 At random ; and with many a pair 

 Of leafits green the brake embower, 

 • And many a pendent-painted flower. 



FROM BISHOP ]>IA>"t's " BRITISH MOIfTHS. 



tAe death of the flowers. 



How happily, how happily, the flowers die away; 

 Oh, could we but return to earth as easily as they ! 

 Just live a life of sunshine, of innocence, and bloom, 

 Then drop, without decrepitude or pain, into the tomb. 



The gay and glorious creatures ! they neither " toil 



nor spin ;" 

 Yet, lo ! what goodly raiment they're all apparelled 



in ; 

 No tears are on their beauty, but dewy gems more 



bright. 

 Than ever brow of eastern queen endiademed with 



light. 



The young rejoicing creatures! their pleasures never 



pall; 

 Nor lose in sweet contentment, because so free to all ! 



