Floral Poetry. 
47 
Faded flowers, 
Sweet faded flowers !— 
Fair frail records 
Of Eden’s bowers ; 
In a world where sorrow and wrong bear sway, 
Why should ye linger ?—Away ! away ! 
What were the emblems 
Pride to stain, 
Might ye your glorious 
Crowns retain ? 
And what for the young heart, bowed with grief, 
Were the Rose ne’er seen with a withered leaf! 
Ye bloom to tell us 
What once hath been; 
What yet shall in heaven 
Again be seen ; 
Ye die, that man in his strength may learn 
How vain the hopes in his heart that burn. 
Many in form, 
And bright in hue ! 
I know your fate— 
But the earth to strew— 
And my soul flies on to immortal bowers, 
Where the heart and the Rose are not faded flowers. 
Miss Jeivsbury. 
