DIRGE OF FLOWERS. 
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The south wind searches for the flowers 
Whose fragrance late he bore, 
And sighs to find them in the wood 
And by the stream no more. 
And then I think of one who in 
Her youthful beauty died,— 
The fair, meek blossom, that grew up 
And faded by my side : 
In the cold moist earth we laid her, wneu 
The forest cast the leaf, 
And we wept that one so lovely 
Should have a life so brief; 
Yet not unmeet it was, that one, 
Like that young friend of ours, 
So gentle and so beautiful, 
Should perish with the flowers. 
TO BLOSSOMS. 
HERRICK. 
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, 
Why do ye fall so fast? 
Your date is not so past, 
But you may stay here yet awhi.e, 
To blush and gently sm :, e. 
And go at last 
