110 FLORA’S DIAL. 
August 14. 
THRIFT. — Sympathy for the fallen. 
Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely plucked, soon 
faded, 
Plucked in the bud, and faded in the spring ! 
Bright orient pearl ! alack ! too early shaded ! 
Fair creature killed too soon by death’s sharp 
sting! 
Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, 
And falls, through wind, before the fall should be. 
Shakspeare. 
August 15: 
THROATWORT. — Neglected beauty. 
Alone ! alone ! how drear it is always to be alone ! 
In such a depth of wilderness, the only thinking 
one ! 
The waters in their path rejoice, the trees together 
slbep — 
But I have not one silver voice upon my ear to 
creep ! Willis. 
August 16. 
BUTTERFLY ORCHIS. — Domestic Quiet. 
How I could love 
Some peaceful spot where we might dwell unknown, 
Where homeborn joys might nestle round our hearts 
As swallows round our roofs, — and blend their 
sweets, 
Like dewy-tangled flowrets in one bed. Festus. 
