MOKAL OF FLOWEK8 



Fade, gentle flower ! 



All thy white leaves close ; 

 Having shown thy beauty, 



Time 'tis for repose. 



Die, gentle flower, 



In the silent sun ! 

 Sob all pangs are over, 



All thy tasks are done ! 



Day hath no more glory, 

 Though he soars on high 



Thine is all man's story, 

 Live and love and die ! 



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