NOVEMBER. 



161 



4. 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. 



5. Who, but would fain compress 



A life into a day, 

 The last day spent with one 

 Who, ere the morning's sun, 



Must leave us, and for aye ? 



(3. O ! precious, precious moments ! 



Pale flowers ! ye 're types of those 

 The saddest, sweetest, dearest, 

 Because, like those, the nearest 



To an eternal close. 



7. Pale flowers ! pale perishing flowers ! 

 I woo your gentle breath, — 

 I leave the summer rose 

 For younger blithesome brows ; — 

 Tell me of change and death ! 



Henry brought into the house a branch of 

 the Witch Hazel, which excited their curiosity, 

 not so much on account of the beauty of its yel- 

 low flowers which ornament its naked stems, 



a solitary exception to the general desolation 

 by which it is surrounded. 



Margaret. What has given it the name of 



appear 



Witch Hazel? 



