210 POETKY OF FLOWERS. 
The young rejoicing creatures ! their pleasures 
never pall : 
Nor lose in sweet contentment, because so free to 
all !— 
The dew, the showers, the sunshine, the fcalmy, 
blessed air. 
Spend nothing of their freshness, though all may 
freely share. 
The happy careless creatures ! of time they take' 
no heed ; 
Nor weary of his creeping, nor tremble at his 
speed. 
Nor sigh with sick impatience, and wish the light 
away ; 
Nor when ’tis gone, cry dolefully, “ would God 
that it were day !” 
And when their lives are over, they drop away to 
rest. 
Unconscious of the penal doom, on holy Nature’s 
breast; 
No pain have they in dying—no shrinking from 
decay— 
Oh ! could we but return to earth as easily as 
they ! 
