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Whilst within thy mossy cell 
The sylph or fairy loves to dwell ;— 
Whilst young zephyr sweetly sings 
And in thy odours dips his wings; 
Remember, beauty quickly dies, 
And with it adulation flies. 
Emblem of Mary’s lovely face ! 
Of Mary’s beauty, Mary’s grace! 
Go, teach her now this serious truth— 
That beauty fades, as fades our youth : 
Howe’er her lovely features bloom, 
They only blossom o’er her tomb ; 
Bid her remember flattery dies— 



HW | FOLLY’S FLOWER, 
THE COLUMBINE. 

Brine lilies for a maiden’s grave, 
Roses to deck the bride, 
Tulips for all who love through life 
In brave attire to ride: 
Bring each for each, in bower and hall, 
But cull the columbine for all. 
Bid her, whilst young, be good and wise. 
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