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sent pleased me by happy symbolism for as 

 the myrtle is, so will his memory be, ' for ever 

 green. 7 



" Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea ; 

 Ye stately foxgloves fair to see ; 

 Ye woodbines hanging bonnilie 



In scented bowers ; 

 Ye roses on your thorny tree, 



The first o' flowers. 



" Mourn, Spring, thou darling of the year ; 

 Ilk cowslip-cup shall kep a tear ; 

 Thou Summer, while each corny spear 



Shoots up its head, 

 Thy gay, green, flowery tresses shear 

 For him that's dead." 



" J. W. N." 



