MORAL OF FLOWERS 
Fade, gentle flower! 
All thy white leaves close ; 
Having shown thy beauty, 
Time ’tis for repose. 
Die, gentle flower, 
In the silent sun ! 
Sob—all pangs are over, 
All thy tasks are done 1 
Day hath no more glory, 
Though he soars on high 
Thine is all man’s story, 
Live—and iove—and die ! 
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