SNOW-DROP. S7 



But quickly pass away : 



Thus Northern lights the gloom adorn, 



And give the promise of a morn 



That never turns to day ! 



— But hark! methinks I hear 



A small still whisper in mine ear ; 



" Rash youth, repent ! 



" Afflictions, from above, 



"Are Angels sent 



" On embassies of love. 



*'A fiery legion, at thy birth, 



" Of chastening woes were given, 



" To pluck thy flowers of Hope from earth, 



"And plant them high 



" O'er yonder sky, 



" Transform'd to stars, — and fix'd in heaven." 



The same. — iiowitt. 



The Snow-drop ! 't is an English flower, 

 And grows beneath our garden trees : 

 For every heart it has a dower 

 Of old and dear remembrances ; 

 All look upon it, and straightway 

 Recall their youth, like yesterday ! — 

 Their sunny years, when forth they went 

 Wandering in weariless content ; 

 Their little plot of garden ground, 

 The pleasant orchard's quiet bound ; 



