DIRGE OF FLOWERS. 
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AUTUMN FLOWERS. 
STRICKLAND. 
Flowers of the closing year! 
Ye bloom amidst decay, 
And come like friends sincere, 
When wintry storms appear, 
And all have pass’d away 
That clothed gay spring’s luxuriant bowers, 
With garlands meet for sunny hours. 
When Rose and Lily fade, 
And later Amaranths fail, 
And leaves in grove and glade 
Assume a russet shade, 
And shiver in the gale, 
Or, withering, strew the chilly plain 
With blighted hopes of summer’s reign: — 
’T is then, when sternly lours, 
O’er Nature’s changing face, 
Dark clouds and drifting showers, 
Ye come, ye come, sweet flowers! 
With meek and touching grace; 
And o’er the parting season’s wing 
A wreath of lingering beauty fling. 
The Harebell, bright and blue, 
That loves the dingle wild, 
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