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the Turks it is denominated Zerrin Kadech, 
golden bowl. 
One of our older poets moralizes upon this 
flower in the following lines :— 

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see 
You haste away so soon ; Ip 
As yet the early-rising sun te Gh 
Has not attained his noon: i 
Stay, stay, _ 
Until the hastening day vil 
Has run Wate 
But to the even song, iy 
And, having pray’d together, we 
Will go with you along. a 



































We have short time to stay as ye, 











We have as fleet a spring, 7 
As quick a growth to meet decay hi 
As you or any thing: it 
We die 7 
As your hours do, and dry aL) 
Away, i 
Like to the summer’s rain, ty 
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew, , 
Ne’er to be found again. 




































