POETRY OF FIOAVERS. 
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Their sunny years when forth they Avcnt 
Wandering in measureless content; 
Their little plot of garden ground; 
Jhe mossy orchard’s quiet bound; 
Their father s house so free from care, 
And the familiar faces there ! 
The household voices kind and SAveet, 
That kneAV no feigning—hushed and gone! 
The mother that Avas sure to greet 
Their coming Avith a Avelcome tone; 
The brothers that Avere children then. 
A t oav, anxious, toiling, thoughtful men; 
And the kind sister whose glad mirth 
Was like a sunshine on the earth,— 
These come back to the soul supine, 
TloAver of the Spring, at look of thine. 
And thou among the dimmed and gone 
Art an unaltered thing alone 
Unchanged—unchanged! the very floAver 
That grew in Eden droopingly—- 
And noAv beside the peasant’s door 
AAvakes his little children’s glee, 
E en as it filled his heart with joy, 
Eeside his mother’s door, a boy ! 
The same—and to his heart it brings 
1 he freshness of those vanished springs ! 
Eloom then, fair flower, in sun and shade, 
Tor deep thought in thy cup is laid; 
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