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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 211 
_ Farewell, my child, the dews shall fall 
At noon and evening o’er thy pall; 
And daisies, when the vernal year 
Revives, upon thy turf appear. 
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The earliest snow-drop there shall spring, 
And lark delight to fold his wing; 
And roses pale and lilies fair, 
With perfume load the summer air ! 
Adieu, my babe! if life were long, 
This would be even a heavier song ; 
But years, like phantoms, quickly pass; 
They look to us from memory’s glass. 

Soon shall my head be laid with thine ; 
And sundered spirits meet above, 
| To live for evermore in love. 
| Soon on death’s couch shall I recline; 
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‘WILL no one sing of thee, thou pleasing flower, 
With livelier tint than daisy e’er put on? 
Who, when warm Phebus gives to May her 
dower, 
Smiling art seen the grass-green meads among ; 


