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LINES. 
Last hours with parting dear ones 
(That time the fastest spends) ; 
Last tears in silence shed ; 
Last words half uttered ; 
Last looks of dying friends. 
Who hut would fain compress 
A life into a day,— 
The last day spent with one 
Who, ere to-morrow’s sun, 
Must leave us, and for aye ! 
O precious, precious moments, 
Pale flowers ; ye’re types of those ; 
The saddest, sweetest, dearest, 
Because, like those, the nearest, 
To an eternal close. 
Pale flowers ! pale perishing flowers ’ 
I woo your gentle breath ; 
I leave the summer rose 
For younger, blither brows ; 
Tell me of change and death 1 
ANON 
