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THE FLOWER-DIAL. 
Yet is not life, in its real flight, 
Marked thus—even thus—on earth. 
By the closing of one hope’s delight, 
And another’s gentle birth ? 
Oh! let us live, so that flower by flower, 
Shutting in turn, may leave 
A lingerer still for the sun-set hour— 
A charm for the shaded eve. 
HEMAN8. 
