20 DROPS FROM FLORA’S CDF. 
Passion's-fowers are past and gone; 
Still around one lovely spot, 
All her turquoise gems unchanged, 
Blooms tlie meek forget-me-not. 
Once beneath thy fickle power, 
Glowed the hour or gloomed the day ; 
Now my chastened bosom owns 
Wisdom’s rule, and reason’s sway. 
Leave me to my new-found peace; 
Leave me to my late repose: 
Here at length my troubles cease — 
Here my heart forgets its woes. 
Tes, sweet Love! with tears and grief, 
I thy wings receding see; 
Sorrow still on parting waits, — 
Hope and joy retire with thee. 
