flora’s dial. 67 
fit ail 0. 
■WHITE POPPY. — Sleep. 
Sweet, sleepy maiden! dear, pacific soul! 
Eat the fat beef, and suck the coffee howl! 
Still let the smoke of puddings round thee fly, 
Till broad-looked dullness settles in thine eye. 
Thomson. 
iltan 0. 
SNOWBALL. — Thoughts of Heaven. 
Go wing your flight from star to star, 
From world to luminous world, as far 
As the universe spreads its flaming wall; 
Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, 
And multiply each through endless years, — 
One moment of Heaven is .worth them all! 
Moore. 
iiTari )0. 
ItED POPPY. — Consolation. 
Maiden 1 once gay pleasure knew thee ; 
Now thy cheeks are pale and deep ; 
Love has been a felon to thee, 
Yet, poor maiden, do not weep. 
There’s rest for thee, 
All under the tree, 
Where thou wilt slumber most peacefully. 
K. White. 
