152 FLORA'S INTERPRETER. 



PlNE, PITCH. C/oi21. Or<fer61. Agenuacon 



There are few in the Levant, In- 

 dia, and China. 



TIME AND PHILOSOPHY. 



To Rhea grateful still the pine remains. 



Congreve's Ovid. 

 SENTIMENT. 



Yes, dear departed cherished days, 



Could memory's hand restore 

 Your morning light, your evening rays, 



From Time's gray urn once more, 

 Then might this restless heart be still, 



This straining eye might close, 

 And Hope her fainting pinions fold, 



While the fair phantoms rose. 



But, like a child in ocean's arms, 



We strive against the stream, 

 Each moment farther from the shore, 



Where life's young fountains gleam 

 Each moment fainter wave the fields, 



And wilder rolls the sea; 

 The mist grows dark the sun goes down 



Day breaks and where are we? 



O. W. Holme*. 

 ANSWER. 



Why should we count our life by years, 

 Since years are short, and pass away? 

 Or, why by fortune's smiles and tears, 

 Since tears are vain, and smiles decay? 

 O! count by virtues these will last 

 When life's lame-footed race is o'er; 

 And these, when earthly joys are past, 

 Shall cheer us on a brighter shore. 



Mn. Halt. 



