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rOETEY OF FLOWERS. 
See how they have safely survived 
The frowns of a sky so severe ; 
Such Mary’s true love, that has lived 
Through many a turbulent year. 
The charms of the late blowing rose 
Seem graced with a livelier hue, 
And the winter of sorrow best shews 
The truth of a friend such as you. 
THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. . 
How happily, how happily the flowers die away I 
Oh, could we but return to earth as easily as they 
Just live a life of sunshine, of innocenceand bloom 
Then drop without decrepitude, or pain, into the 
tomb ! 
The gay and glorious creatures! they neither 
‘ toil nor spin !” 
Yet, lo 1 what goodly raiment they’re all apparel- 
led in ; ^ ^ 
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