

| 0 THE PCETRY OF FLOWERS 
Even now, with agonizing grasp 
Of terror and regret, 
To all in life its love would clasp, 
| Clings close and closer yet. | 
|| Yet, why, immortal, vital spark! 
Thus mortally opprest 2 
Look up, my soul, through prospects dark 
And bid thy terrors rest ; 
| Forget, forego thy earthly part, 
Thine heavenly being trust: 
Ah, vain attempt! my coward heart 
i| Still shuddering clings to dust. 
O ye! who soothe the pangs of death | = 
With love’s own patient care, | 
Still, still retain this fleeting breath, i| 
Still pour the fervent prayer. | 
And ye, whose smile must greet my eye 
| No more, nor voice my ear, 
i\ Who breathe for me the tender sigh, 
And shed the pitying tear ; 
My grateful thoughts perceive, 
Pride of my life, esteem’d, beloved, 
My last sad claim receive ! 
Oh! do not quite your friend forget, 
Forget alone her faults; 
And speak of her with fond regret = 
Who asks your lingerirg thoughts. 
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Whose kindness (thoug’ far, far removed) I} 
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