hearts’s ease 73 
HEART’S-EASE. 
I used to love thee, simple flower, 
To love thee dearly when a boy; 
For thou didst seem in childhood’s hour 
The smiling type of childhood’s joy. 
But now thou only work’st my grief, 
By waking thoughts of pleasures fled- 
Give me—give me the wither’d leaf, 
That falls on Autumn’s bosom dead. 
For that ne’er tells of what has been, 
But warns me what I soon shall be ; 
It looks not back on pleasure’s scene, 
But points unto futurity. 
I love thee Hot, thou simple flower, 
For thou art gay, and I am lone; 
Thy beauty died with childhood’s hour— 
The Heart’s-ease from my path is gone. 
—Waller. 
SWEET LAVENDER. 
Sweet lavender! I love thy flower 
Of meek and modest blue, 
