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With Sol’s expanding beam the flowers unclose, 
And rising Hesper lights them to repose. 
Darwin. 
She, enamoured of the sun. 
At his departure hangs her head and weeps, 
And shrouds her sweetness up, and keeps 
Sad vigils, like a cloistered nun. 
Till his reviving ray appears. 
Waking her beauty as he dries her tears. 
Moore. 
Thus in each flower and simple bell 
That in our path betrodden lie 
Are sweet remembrancers, who tell 
How fast their winged moments fly. 
Charlotte Smith. 
But the globes formed by the seeds of the Dande¬ 
lion serve for other purposes. Are you separated 
from the object of your love 1 — carefully pluck one 
of those feathery spheres ; charge each of the little 
feathers composing it with a tender thought; turn 
towards the spot where the loved one dwells ; blow, 
and the little aerial travellers will faithfully convey 
your secret message to his or her feet. Do you 
wish to know if that dear one is thinking of you, 
j as you are thinking of him or her, blow again ; and 
if there is left upon the stalk a single aigrette, it i« a 
