84 Dliors FROM FLORA’S CUP. 
TO THE WILD AMARANTH. 
ARON. 
Tlie rose that gave its perfume to the gale, 
And triumphed for an hour, in gay parade. 
Pride of Damascus, bright imperial flower, 
Was bom to fade! 
Shorn of its bloom, and rifled of its power, 
Seared by the blast, and scattered in the vale! 
So youth shall wither, beauty pass away! 
The bloom of health, the flush of mantling pride, 
Nor wealth, nor skill, nor eloquence can save 
From swift decay! 
Beauty and youth are dust to dust allied, 
And time returns its tribute to the grave! 
Fair emblem art thou of the spotless breast! 
Like thee, unfading flower, shall virtue bloom, 
When youth, with all its bustling pride, repose 
Deep in the tomb ! 
When beauty’s cheek shall wither like the rose, 
And beauty’s sparkling eye shall be at rest. 
