MORAL OF FLOWERS 83 



Fade, gentle flower ! 



All thy white leaves close ; 

 Having shown thy beauty, 



Time 'tis for repose. 



Die, gentle flower, 



In the silent sun ! 

 Soh 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 I 



