g'JO lilt; FOBTRY OF FLOWERS. 
Thus it bursts forth like thy pale cup, 
Glist’ning aruid its dewy tears, 
And bears the sinking spirit up 
Amid its chilling fears ; 
But still more animating far, 
If meek religion’s eye may trace, 
Even in thy glimm’ring earth-born star 
The holier hope of grace ! 
The hope that, as thy beauteous bloom 
Expands to glad the close of day, 
So through the shadows of the tomb 
Mr*y break forth mercy’■ r*y. 
