126 FLORA'S INTERPRETER. 



SAFFRON. Clan 6. Order 3. Native of 



C^oWcum, au^nali. ^' ^^TSSS. 



sometimes variegated. It llow 



era in autumn. 



I DO NOT FEAR TO GROW OLD. 



Then bright from earth amid the troubled sky, 

 Ascends fair Colchicwn, with radiant eye, 

 Warms the cold bosom of the hoary year, 

 And lights with beauty's blaze the dusky sphere. 



Darwin. 



SENTIMENT. 



Lament who will, in fruitless tears, 



The speed with which our moments fly: 



I sigh not over vanished years, 



But watch the years that hasten by. 



Why grieve that time has brought so soon 



The sober age of manhood on? 

 As idly should I weep at noon 



To see the blush of morning gone. 



True, time will sear and blanch my brow: 

 Well I shall sit with aged men, 



And my good glass will tell me how 

 A grisly beard becomes me then. 



And should no foul dishonor lie 



Upon my head when I am gray, 

 Love yet may search my fading eye, 



And smooth the path of my decay. 



Bryant. 



