f fce Cta 0f Spring. 
Char .otte Smith. 
fJ'HE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, 
Each simple flower which she had nursed in dew, 
Anemonies that spangled every grove— 
The primrose wan, and harebell mildly blue. 
No more shall violets linger in the dell, 
Or purple orchis variegate the plain, 
Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, 
And dress with humid hands her wreaths again — 
Ah, poor humanity ! so frail, so fair, 
Are the fond visions of thine early day, 
Till tyrant passion and corrosive care 
Bid all thy fairy colors fade away ! * 
Another May new buds and flowers shall bring ; 
Ah ! why has happiness no second Sprii.g ? 
