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9T HE lingering perfume of a flower, 
® Its dying fragrance, sadly sweet, 
Though faint to that of Summer’s bow< 
It still is soothing thus to greet. 
The gusty winds, the dark'ning cloud, 
The chilly mists, and rain, and dews, 
And drifted leaves which half enshroud 
Thy beauties,—all delight my muse. 
To me thy yet surviving bloom : 
And lingering sweetness can recall 
Hearts which, unchill’d by gath'ring gloom, 
Can meekly live and love through all. 
From such in seasons dark and drear. 
Immortal hopes of noblest worth. 
Feelings and thoughts to virtue dear, 
Gush like thy dying fragrance forth, 
And fling a holier charm around 
Than prosperous hours could ever know ; 
For rapture’s smile less fair is found 
Barton. 
