MORAL OF FLOWERS. 83 
Fafle, gentJe flower! 
All thy white leaves close ; 
Having shown thy beauty. 
Time ’tis for repose. 
Die, gentle flower, 
In the silent sun ! 
Soh—all pangs are over. 
All thy tasks are done ! 
Day hath no more glory. 
Though he soars on high 
Thine is all man’s story. 
Live —anS love—and die! 
