POETRY OF FLOWERS. 145 
See how they have safely survived 
The frowns of a sky so severe: 
Such Mary’s true love, that has lived 
Through many a turbulent year. 
The charms of the late blowing rose 
Seem graced with a livelier hue, 
And the winter of sorrow best shews 
The truth of a friend such as you, 
THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. 
How happily, how happily the flowers die away ! 
Oh, could we but return to earth as easily as they, 
Just live a life of sunshine, ofinnocence and bloom, 
Then drop without decrepitude, or pain, into the 
tomb ! 
The gay and glorious creatures ! they neither “toil 
not spin |’’ 
Yet, lo! what goodly raiment they’re all apparell- 
ed in; 
No tears are on their beauty, but dewy gems more ‘ 
bright 
Than ever brow of eastern queen endiademed with 
light. 
12) oO 

