FAREWELL TO THE FLOWERS. 123 



Hear we a whisper low, 



From withering leaf and bell ? 

 &quot; Our life hath been a dream of love, 



In garden, or in dell ; 

 Yet wintry sleep we hail, 



And, till the trump shall swell, 

 To wake us on the vernal morn, 



Sweet friends, a sweet farewell!&quot; 



