LOVE’S T O K E N - F L O WE RS. 87 
Hopes, budding but to be destroyed, 
Joys dying e’er they scarce had birth, 
Time wasted, talents unemployed, 
Love poured like water on the earth: 
These are the thoughts I fain would sink 
Beneath oblivion’s tideless sea ; 
How would I grasp the cup, and drink 
A last farewell to memory. 
My days are fleeting swiftly by, 
My heart’s glad youth e’en now is past; 
Why should mere breath—a lengthened sigh— 
So long the life of life outlast ? 
SNOWBALL. —Viburnum Opulus. 
Thoughts of Heaven. 
Go forth at morning’s birth, 
When the glad sun, exulting in his might, 
Comes from the dusky curtained tents of night, 
Shedding his gifts of beauty o’er the earth ; 
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