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TO THE CROCUS. 
Low ty, sprightly little flower! 
hs Herald of a brighter bloom, 
Bursting in a sunny hour 
my oy From thy winter tomb. i | 
h, Hues you bring, bright, gay, and tender, | : 
As if never to decay ; I 
Fleeting in their varied splendour—= 4 
more,” Soon, alas! it fades away. he 
iy 
| Thus the hopes I long had cherished, Hi 
Thus the friends I long had known, Vi 
be One by one, like you, have perished, 
Blighted—I must fade alone. b 
ty 
THE BLIND FLOWER-GIRL'S SONG. 
Buy my flowers, O buy, I pray, 
The blind girl comes from afar s 
Tf the earth be as fair as I hear them say 
These flowers her children are! 

