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FLORA’S ALBUM. 

Syringa. 
Flowers white, large, and scentless. 

MEMORY. 
Bring back the scenes of vanished years ; 
Memory, I call on thee! 
Bring back the light that shone through tears ; 
Bring back those early hopes and fears, 
O faithful Memory ! 



Bring back those smiles and sunny eyes, 
Those forms I loved to see ; 
Give back those early smiles and sighs, 
Those perished buds and blooms that rise 
Still green in Memory! 

Bring back the cherished, lost, and dear ! 
Oh! bring them all to me, — 
Each glowing smile, and answering tear, 
To light and bless the pilgrim here, — 
0 faithful Memory ! 






B. B. THATCHER. 
Yes, Memory has honey cells, 
And some of them are ours ; 
For in the sweetest of them dwells 
The dream of early hours. 
' L. BE. LANDON. 
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