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Alas! it's no thy neebour sweet,
Wi' speckled breast,
The purplin' east.
Cauld blew the bitter biting north
Amid the storm,
Thy tender form.
The flaunting flowers our gardens yield,
O'clod or stane,
There, in thy scanty mantle clad,
In humble guise ;
And low thou lies!
Such is the fate of artless maid,
By love's simplicity betray'd,
And guileless trust;
Low i' the dust.
Such is the fate of simple bard,
Of prudent lore,
And whelm him o'er!
Such fate to suffering worth is given,
To misery's brink,
He ruin'd sink !
E’en thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate,
Full on thy bloom,
Shall be thy doom !
THE BROKEN FLOWER.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
On! wear it on thy heart, my love!
Still, still a little while !
Though faded be their smile.
Oh! cast it not away!
My love, A long, bright, golden day!
A little while around thee, love!
Its fragrance yet shall cling, Telling that on thy heart hath lain,
A fair, though faded thing.
To win it back from fate :-
TO THE SUNFLOWER.
Pride of the garden, the beauteous, the regst,
The crown'd with a diadem burning in gold ; Sultan of flowers, as the strong-pinion's eagle
And lord of the forest their wide empire hold.
Let the Rose boast her fragrance, the soft gales
perfuming, The Tulip unfold all her fair hues to me: Yet though sweet be their perfume, their rainbow
dyes blooming, I turn, noble Sunflower, with more love to thee.
There are some think thy stateliness haughty, dis
daining, Thy heaven-seeking gaze lias no charm for
'Tis because the pure spirit within thee that's
reigning Exalts thee above the vain pleasures they prize.
Emblem of constancy, whilst he is beaming,
For whom is thy passion so steadfast, so true; May we,
who of faith and of love are aye dreaming, Be taught to remember this lesson by you!
If on earth, like the Sunflower, our soul's best
Shall turn to the source of Truth's far-beaming
rays; O how blest, how triumphant, shall be our
emotion, When the bright. Sun of Righteousness' bursts
on our gaze.
Low spake the Knight to the peasant girl,
“ Thou shalt have pomp, and wealth, and
“Take, thou fairest ! this full-blown rose,