flora’s album. 
89 
Pheasant’s Eye, or Flos Adonis. 
“ Look, in the garden blooms the Flos Adonis, 
And memory keeps of him who rashly died.” 
SORROWFUL REMEMBRANCE. 
One fatal remembrance, — one sorrow that throws 
Its bleak shade alike o’er our joys and our woes; 
To which life nothing darker nor brighter can bring, 
For which joy hath no bahn, and affliction no sting. 
Thomas Moore. 
’T is done! I saw it in my dreams; 
No more with Hope the future beams ; 
My days of happiness are few: 
Chilied by misfortune’s wintry blast. 
My dawn of life is overcast; 
Love, Hope, and Joy, alike adieu! 
Would I could add Remembrance too. 
Biron. 
