DROPS FROM FLORA’S CUP. 35 
And the mild breeze kissed it, and it drew 
Deep delight in its bath of dew. 
But mom arose — and light came in, 
Accompanied by the world’s loud din; 
And brighter flowers their charms display, 
And gone has the star and glowworm’s ray, 
And ail changed the scene, till that flower could bear 
No longer to gaze on the glittering glare; 
So, beneath its leaves, it folded its eyes 
Till tire sun should depart, and again arise 
That one bright star, and all should be 
Hushed in the same tranquillity 
As when it awoke to birth and joy, 
With no light to dazzle, nor noise to annoy. 
