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rOETEY OE FLOWEES. 
As yet the early rising sun 
Has not attained his noon : 
Stay, stay, 
Until the hastening day 
Has run 
But to the even-song; 
And, having prayed together, we 
Will go with you along. 
We have short time to stay as you ; 
We have as short a spring, 
As quick a growth to meet decay. 
As you, or anything: 
We die. 
As your hours do ; and dry 
Away 
Like to the summer’s rain. 
Or as the pearls of morning dew, 
Ne’er to be found again. 
THE HAREBELL. 
With drooping bells of clearest blue. 
Thou didst attract my childish view. 
Almost resembling 
The azure butterflies that flew. 
Where on the heath thy blossoms grew 
So lightly trembling. 
