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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 227 
Once beneath thy fickle power, 
Glowed the hour, or gloomed the day ; 
Now my chastened bosom owns 
Wisdom’s rule and reason’s sway. 
Leave me to the new-found peace; 
Leave me to my late repose: 
Here at length my troubles cease— 
Here my heart forgets its woes. 
Joy of purer influence born, 
Hope of loftier aim, I know— 
Now thy stormy power I scorn: 
Leave me, child !—thou need’st must go, 
Art thou fled without a word ? 
Closed the porch and barred the door? 
Are thy loved companions gone? 
Fair-haired youth had flown before. 
Must I from each idol part ; 
To each transport bid adieu, 
Which around my youthful heart 
Once its blest delusions threw ? 
Yet, sweet Love! with tears and grief, 
I thy wings receding see ; 
Sorrow still on parting waits,— 
Hope and joy retire with thee 





