96 DROPS FROM FLORA'S CUP. 
TIIE FADED FLOWER. 
EDWARD EDDISOM. 
A child wept o’er a grave; 
Its father’s corpse lay there; 
His beauteous form was bent 
In sad and silent prayer. 
A cypress gently waved 
Its leaves o’er its bowed head: 
He did not hear their sound; 
His thoughts were with the dead. 
On that; loved spot each mom, 
Breathing his soul in prayer, 
He pleaded Heaven’s high King, 
To join his parent there. 
His suppliant prayer was heard; 
He faded fast away: 
Alas! so sweet a flower 
Had bloomed but to decay. 
Another cypress weeps 
Above that hallowed bed; 
And son with father sleeps 
Amid the lonely dead! 
