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: A COMPARISON. | 
BY J. H. WIFFEN. 
| —As yon flower, with hyacinthine bells, 
Playful as light, which shiver’d by my tread, 
Is turn’d to dust and darkneys—to ali else 
| It is as though it was not; agile sped 
Spoil o’er its bruised buds which blossomed || 
A blending of all sweetness—what now ? (| 
A few years hence, and over this bent head, | 
Dashing all life and glade 1ess from the brow, 
The scythe of Time shall pass, and Ruin’s silen . = 
niouah, | 

But the Spring, 
Fair as Aurora in her purple cloud, 
De aes and wakens in their s I 
shes, beauty iron the shi | 
I ‘immortality aloud | 
| To mourning man; and t ings the flower I trod 
To its maternal dust shall issue proud 
Ofiis new birth, and on a greener sod 
Bow to the dal ying winds~-~a sign to mat frow 
God 

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