flora’s dial. 67 
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WHITE POPPY. — Sleep. 
Sweet, sleepy maiden! dear, pacific soul! 
Eat the fat beef, and suck the coffee bowl! 
Still let the smoke of puddings round thee fly, 
Till broad-looked dullness settles in thine eye. 
Thomson. 
JHag 0. 
SNOWBALL. — Thoughts of Heaven. 
Go wing your flight from star to star, 
From world to luminous world, as far 
As the universe spreads its flaming wall; 
Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, 
And multiply each through endless years, — 
One moment of Heaven is worth them all! 
Moose. 
Ma% 10 . 
BED POPPY. — Consolation. 
Maiden! once gay pleasure knew thee; 
Now thy cheeks are pale and deep; 
Love has been a felon to thee, 
Yet, poor maiden, do not weep. 
There’s rest for thee, 
All under the tree, 
Where thou Wilt slumber most peacefully. 
K. White. 
