love’s TOKEN-FLOWERS. 67 
Wilt thou then turn away 
From the coffin at thy feet 1 
I’ve watched the setting sun, 
The last I e’er shall see, 
Life’s sluggish race is run, 
Its goal was misery, 
And my latest task is done 
When I say farewell to thee. 
FIR.—Balm of Gilead—Finds Bal- 
SAMEA. 
Time. 
Oh ! suffer not a cloud thy brow to darken, 
Nor let thy spirit in deep sadness hearken 
To the low knell of thy departing hours ; 
Thou shouldst not grieve that time still on¬ 
ward fleeteth, 
For when thy steps the kindly graybeard meet- 
eth, 
He pauseth there to fling his freshest flowers. 
