DIRCE OF FLOWERS. 301 
Just live a life of sunshine, of innocence and 
bloom, 
Then drop without decrepitude, or pain, into 
the tomb ! 
The gay and glorious creatures ! they neither 
“ toil nor spin ; ” 
Yet, lo ! what goodly raiment they’re all ap_ 
parelled in; 
No tears are on their beauty, but dewy gems 
more bright 
Than ever brow of eastern queen endiadem'd 
with light. 
The young rejoicing creatures ! their pleasures 
never pall; 
Nor lose in sweet contentment, because so 
free to all!— 
The dew, the showers, the sunshine, the balmy 
blessed air, 
Spend nothing of their freshness, though all 
may freely share. 
The happy careless creatures! of time they 
take no heed; 
Nor weary of his creeping, nor tremble at his 
speed; 
