| 52 FLORAL PORSY. | 
O’er the smooth lake with fruitless tears he grieves ; 
His spreading fingers shoot in verdant leaves ; 
Through his pale veins green sap now gently flows, 
And in a short-lived flower his beauty blows. 
Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast, 
That beauty’s but a transient good at best ; 
Like flowers it withers with th’ advancing year, 
And age like winter robs the blooming fair. 
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Bending so languidly, as still they found 
BUTTERCUPS. 
In the pure wave a love and destiny. 
(Riches—Memories of Childhood, ) 
EAUTIFULLY does the great poet, Robert 
Browning, call these emblems of riches, “the 
buttercups, the little children’s dower.” 
BUTTERCUPS. 
ELIZA COOK, 
*Tis sweet tolove in childhood, when the souls that 
we bequeath 
Are beautiful in freshness as the coronals we wreathe ; 

