


72 THE POETRY UF FLOWERS. 
CUPID AND THE DIAL, 
One day, young frolic Cupid tried 
To scatter roses o’er the hours, 
And on the dial’s face to hide 
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he course of time with many flowers, 
By chance, his rosy wreaths had wound 
Upon the hands, and forced them on; 
And when he look’d again, he found 
The hours had pass’d, the time was done, 
‘ Alas!’’ said love, and dropp’d his flowers, 
‘*T’ve lost my time in idle play ; 
The sweeter I would make the hours, 
The quicker they are pass’d away.’ 
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THE CLOSED CONVOLVULLS. 
Aw hour ago, and sunny beams 
Were glancing o’er each airy bell; 
And thou wert drinking in those gleams, 
Like beauty listening love’s farewell. 
And now with folded drooping leaves, 
Thou seemest for that light to mourn, 
Like unto one who fondly grieves 
The hours that stex some friend’s return. 






















