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For the dial of Flora is mark’d by the flow’rs 
As opening and closing , they tell of the hours: 
So Time, from his wreath, as he rapidly flew, 
To the goddess a sprig of Forget-me-not threw; 
Then a Zephyr was sent to the lethean spring, 
And return’d with the drops it had caught on its wing; 
And Flora requested her plants to inhale 
The genial moisture supplied by the gale: 
That the flow’rets of earth when refresh’d with the dew, 
Might return in full bloom to the land were they grew. 
Then she bade them their leaves in forgetfulness steep, 
And they bow’d to the Poppy and all fell asleep ; 
And were found on the earth by the first rays of light 
Reviewing these scenes as the visions of night. 
FINIS. 
