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THE FOETH OF FLOWERS. 
the roses. 
BY BOWRING. 
I saw them once blowing, 
While morning was glowing; 
But noware their wither’d leaves strew’d o’er the 
ground, 
For 'empests to play on, 
For cold worms to prey on, 
The shame of the garden that triumphs around. 
Their buds which then flourish’d, 
With devv-drope were nourish’d, 
Which turn’d into pends as they fell froLo.a WU 
Their hues are aU banish’d, 
Their fragrance s'l vanish'd, 
Ere evening a shadow has cast from the sky. 
I saw, too, whole ra^rs 
Of glories and graces 
Thus open and blossom, but ouiclily decay; 
And smiling and gladness, 
In sorrow and sadness, 
Ere life reach’d its twilight, fade dimly away. 
Joy’s light-hearted dances^ 
And mel ody’s glances, 
