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Ii I N E S. 
Last hours with parting dear ones 
(That time the fastest spends) ; 
Last tears in silence shed ; 
Last words haif uttered ; 
Last looks of dying friends. 
Who but would fain compress 
A life into a day,— 
The last day spent with one 
Who, ere to-morrow’s sun, 
Must leave us, and for aye ! 
O precious, precious moments, 
Pale flowers • ye’re types of those { 
The saddest., sweetest, dearest, 
Because, like those, the nearest, 
To an eternal close. 
Pale flowers ! pale perishing flowers ! 
I woo your gentle breath ; 
I leave the summer rose 
For younger, blither brows ; 
Tell me of change and death ! 
ANON. 
