FLORA 8 INTERPRETER. 33 



FLOWER OF AN HOUR. Clan 16. OrAxrl. A tropical 



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are splendid. 



DELICATE BEAUTY. 



Why art thou doomed, sweet flower 1 

 Is it because thy beauty is too bright, 



Thou hast but one short hour 

 To spread thy fair leaves to the enamored light ? 



'T is thus the loved and loveliest first decay 



But their remembrance may not pass away. 



Anon. 



SENTIMENT. 



The lily may die on thy cheek, 



With freshness no longer adorning; 

 The rose that envelopes its whiteness may seek 



To take back her mantle of morning; 

 Yet still will Love's tenderness beam from thine eye, 

 And ask for that homage no heart can deny. 



Thy dark hair may blanch where it bends 



Over eyes of cerulean hue, 

 That melt with the softness the summer-noon lends 



To mellow her pathway of blue ; 

 Yet long will the smile that illumines thy brow 

 Live on, as it lives in thy loveliness now. 



Dawn. 



ANSWER. 



The spirit hath a chord that clings 



To lights that fade and waste ; 

 And places trust in fragile things, 



That should on God be placed. 



Mr*. L. P. Smith. 



