228 xiie lover’s offering. 
What regal vestments can with them compare ? 
What king so shining! or what queen so fair! 
If ceaseless thus the fowls of heaven He feeds, 
If o’er the earth such lucid robes he spreads; 
Will He not care for you, ye faithless, say ? 
Is He unwise P—or are ye less than they P 
Thompson. 
Almond.—Hope. 
The hope, in dreams of a happier hour. 
That alights upon misery's brow, 
Springs out of the silvery Almond flower, ( 
That blooms on a leafless bough. 
Moore. 
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YE ARE NOT MISSED, FAIR FLOWERS. 
Ye are not missed, fair flowers, that late were 
spreading 
The summer’s glow by fount and breezy grot; 
There falls the dew, its fairy favours shedding, 
The leaves dance on, the young birds miss you not. 
Still plays the sparkle o’er the rippling water, 
O Lily! whence thy cup of pearl is gone ; 
The bright wave mourns not for its loveliest 
daughter, 
There is no sorrow in the wind’s low tone. 
