Bring Flowers.
fiuNO flowers, fresh flowers, the fairest spring: can

yieid,
The starry gems of earth, o'er every field

Scattered in rich display ;
Bring flowers, fresh flowers around my dying bed
The sweetness of the sunny south to shed,

Ere I am called away.
Bring flowers, fresh flowers from eveiy sheltered

glade,—
I know the glory of their tints will fade

Beneath my feverish breath.
Yet their sweet smiles seem to my wandering

thought
With promises of bliss dnd beauty fraught,
Winning my soul from death.
Bring flowers, fresh flowers,— ere they again shall

bloom
I shall be lying in the narrow tomb, ,



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Mouldering in cold decay:—
Bring flowers, fresh flowers, that I may chMr my

heart
With pleasanvimages, ere I depart,

To tread death's darksome way.
Bring fruits, rich fruits, that blush on every bough
Bending above the traveller's weary brow

And woi)ing him lo taste:
Bring fruits,— nicihink.;?. I never knew how sweet
Tlie joys that every day our senses greet.
Till now, in life's swifi waste.
Bring fruits, rich fruits; earth's fairest gxfla are

vain
To minister relief to the dull pain
That weighs upon my heart ;
Yet bring me fruits and flowers,— they still ham

power
To cheer, if not prolong, life's little hoar;
Bring flowers ere I depart.
S8 WILD FLOWBBS.
The Fairy Flax;

OR, FLOWSB OF INNOCSNCB.
It comes when wakes the pleasant spring,
When first the earth is green. —

Four white or pale blue leaves it hath,
With yellow heart between.
It grows about a heap of stones,
For there the dew will stay-
It springs beside the dusty road.
Where children are at play.
It dots with stars the grassy bank
That slopes adown the brook, —

And there it takes a deeper blue.
