flora’s dial. 53 
!AprU S. 
ALMOND TREE. — Indiscretion . 
Oh ! had I nursed when I was young 
The lessons of my father’s tongue, 
(The deep laborious thoughts he drew, 
Erom all he saw, and others knew,) 
I might have been, — ah, me ! 
Thrice sager than I e’er shall be. 
For what says Time ? 
Alas ! he only shows the truth 
Of all that I was told in youth. 
Barry Cornwall. 
April 0. 
BALSAM. — Impatience. 
Sighing, 
Dying, 
Lying, 
Frying, 
In the furnace of Love’s fire ; 
Creeping, 
Sleeping, 
Oh, how slow the hours retire ! 
CnATTERTON. 
