flora’s dial. 67 
Jttcig S. 
WHITE POPPY. — Sleep, 
Sweet, sleepy maiden ! dear, pacific soul 1 
Eat the fat beef, and suck the coffee bowl ! 
Still let the smoke of puddings round thee fly, 
Till broad-looked dullness settles in thine eye. 
Thomson. 
iHag 0. 
SNOWBALL. — Thoughts of Heaven . 
Go wing your flight from star to star, 
Erom world to luminous world, as far 
As the universe spreads its flaming wall ; 
Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, 
And multiply each through endless years, — 
One moment of Heaven is worth them all ! 
Moore. 
Jttag 10. 
RED POPPY. — Consolation. 
Maiden 1 once gay pleasure knew thee ; 
Now thy cheeks are pale and deep ; 
Love has been a felon to thee, 
Yet, poor maiden, do not weep. 
There ’s rest for thee. 
All under the tree, 
Where thou wilt slumber most peacefully. 
K. Whits. 
