FLORA’S DIAL. 53 
Slpril 8. 
ALMOND TREE. — Indiscretion. 
Oh! had I nursed when I was young 
The lessons of my father’s tongue, 
(The deep laborious thoughts he drew, 
Prom all he saw, and others knew,) 
I might have been, — ah, me! 
Thrice sager than I e’er shall be. 
For what says Time ? 
Alas! he only shows the truth 
Of all that I was told in youth. 
Baeey Cornwall. 
&pril 0. 
BALSAM. — Impatience. 
Sighing, 
Dying, 
Lying, 
Frying, 
Tn the furnace of Love’s fire; 
Creeping, 
Sleeping, 
Oh, how slow the hours retire! 
CnATTERTON. 
