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Last hours with parting dear ones 

 (That time the fastest spends) ; 



Last tears in silence shed ; 



Last words half uttered ; 

 Last looks of dying friends. 



Who but would fain compress 



A life into a day, 

 The last day spent with one 

 Who, ere to-morrow's sun, 



Must leave us, and for aye ! 



precious, precious moments, 



Pale flowers ; ye're types of those ; 

 The saddest, sweetest, dearest, 

 Because, like those, the nearest, 



To an eternal close. 



Pale flowers ! pale perishing flowers ! 

 I woo your gentle breath ; 



1 leave the summer rose 

 For younger, blither brows ; 



Tell me of change and death ' 



ANON, 



