^ TITE POETRY OF FLOATERS. 
PASSION FLOWER. 
One hour hath passed—and o’er the deep blue sky 
A dimness hangs, whose chill is in my heart; 
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The wind with funeral moans goes sweeping by. 
RELIGIOUS FERVOUR. 
And asks in every whisper where thou art; 
The sunshine hath gone with thee and the flowers. 
How should the soul with adoration glow. 
And frost hath chained the fairy-footed hours. 
To that great Power, eternal and supreme, 
Who gives us faculties for joy and tvoe. 
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Aud hope and reason guarding each extreme 1 
Who paints on sorrow’s clouds the rainbow beam 
PEACH BLOSSOM. 
That cheers our spirits through sad mists of tears, 
Flowers beautiful, rose or pink colour. 
And bids the heaven-lit taper brighter giearn 
As down the dark declivity of years 
I AM YOUR CAPTIVE. 
We seek the better clime, where Truth her temple 
real's 1 
On, is it sin to love the very air 
Mrs. Broughton. 
That once hath rested on thy beaming brow ? 
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To gaze in fondness on thy vacant chair. 
And on thy books and flowers, deserted now ? 
PEA, EVERLASTING. 
Or turn in worship on that pictured face. 
Whoso sweetest looks the heart alone can trace ? 
Flowers purple, crimson, and white. 
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Is it a sin to live again each hour 
WILT TUOU GO AWAY 1 
Passed in thy presence ?—to recall thy tones. 
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Thy playful words, thy serious thoughts, whose power 
Okk moment o’er my chequered path 
Thrills every nerve my quickened spirit owns ? 
Thy smile hath shed its gladdening ray; 
Is it a crime to worship and adore 
A rainbow on a cloud of wrath 
What is so good ?—the Ideal asks no more. 
And wilt thou, also, go away ? 
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Thou ’rt going! Well, thou knowest. 
What prayers arise for thee; 
PHLOX. 
And wheresoe’er thou goest 
Bear gentle thoughts of me. 
UNANIMITY. 
Where’er thou goest, I will go ; 
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PEA, SWEET. 
Where’er thou diest, die; 
Very beautiful, and possessing much of the fragrance 
Together in one humble grave 
of the Pink. The flowers are variegated with blue, 
Our slumb’ring dust shall lie. 
lilac, rose, white, &c. 
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And 1 will love thy chosen friends— 
departure. 
Thy people shall he mine; 
And we will kneel to praise one God 
Unnoticed fell the sere and yellow leaf. 
Before one common shrine. 
Unheeded swept the morning breezes by ; 
The fading flowers awoke no throb of grief. 
Our souls—ah ! what shall part our souls ? 
There was no sadness in the wind’s low sigh ; 
In ties of love entwined. 
Could gloom or sorrow cloud the dying year. 
They will defy the spells and chains 
When thou, the summer of my heart, wert near? 
That even death can bind. 
