Daisy, llichaelmas. 
‘ Daisies, ye flowers of iowly birtli.” — Claeb. 
FAREWELL. 
When eyes are beaming 
What never tongue can tell, 
When tears are streaming 
From their crystal cell; 
When hands are linked that dread to part. 
And heart is met by throbbing heart. 
Oh! bitter, bitter is the smart 
Of them that bid farewell I 
When hope is chidden 
That fain of bliss would teU, 
And love forbidden 
In the breast to dwell; 
When, fettered by a viewless chain. 
We turn and gaze, and turn again. 
Oh! death were mercy to the pain 
