100 FLORA’S DIAL. 
Inin 23. 
INDIAN PLUM: — Privation. 
In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, 
And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire; 
These ears, alas! for other notes repine, 
A different object do these eyes require; 
My lonely anguish melfe no heart hut mine; 
And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; 
I fruitless mourn for one that cannot hear, 
And weep the more, because I weep in vain. 
Gray. 
JWb 24. 
WHITE LILAC. — Youthful looks. 
Maiden, that read’s* this simple rhyme, 
Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; 
Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, 
Eor oh! it is not always May. 
Enjoy the spring of love and youth, 
To some good angel leawe the rest; 
Eor Time will teach thee soon the truth, — 
There are no birds in last year’s nest. 
Longfellow. 
