
















8 prow, 
At length the perfume fill’d the room, 
Shed from their purple wreath ; 
No flower has now sorich a bloom, 
Has now so sweet a breath. 
I gather’d two or three 
‘Such rich gifts to be 
So precious in my sight, 
That all must think hei so. 
Ah! who is there but would be fain 
oat shild once more; 
o be achild once more; 
If future years could bring again 
All that they brought before ? 
My heart’s world has been Icng 0 ‘erthrown 3 
Tt is no more of flowers 3 
Their bloom is pass’d, their breath is flown ; 
Yet I recall those hours. 




