flora’s album. 109 
Syringa. 
Flowers white, large, and scentless. 
MEMORY. 
Bring back the scenes of yanished years; 
Memory, I call on thee! 
Bring back the light that shone through tears; 
Bring back those early hopes and fears, 
0 faithful Memory! 
Bring back those smiles and sunny eyes, 
Those forms I loyed to see; 
Give back those early smiles and sighs, 
Those perished buds and blooms that rise 
Still green in Memory 1 
Bring back the cherished, lost, and dear! 
Oh! bring them all to me, — 
Each glowing smile, and answering tear. 
To light and bless the pilgrim here, — 
0 faithful Memory! 
B. B. Thatoheb. 
Yes, Memory has honey cells. 
And some of them are ours ; 
For in the sweetest of them dwells 
The dream of early hours. 
L. E. Landon. 
