THE P0ETRV OF FLOWERS. 35 
So, though your life is but .a day, 
We grieve not at your swift decay ; 
He, who smiles in your bright faces, 
Sends us more to take your places; 
’Tis for thjs ye fade so soon, 
That he may renew the boon: 
That kindness often may repeat 
These mute messages so sweet: 
That Love to plainer speech may get, 
Conning oft his alphabet; 
That beauty may be rain’d from heaven, 
New with ever} morn and even, 
With freshest fragrance sunrise greeting? 
Therefore are ye, flowers, so fleeting. 
TO THE SMALL CELANDINE 
WORDSWORTH. 
Pansies, hlies, king-cups, daisies, 
Let them liye upon their praises ; 
Long a;s there’s a san that sets, 
Primroses will have their glory; 
Long as there are violets, 
They will have a place ill story.: 
There’s a flower that shall be mine, 
'Tis the little Celandine. 
