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AH! SUN-FLOWER.

H, Sunflower! weary of time,

Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime, Where the traveller's journey is done—

Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin, shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves and aspire

Where

my sunflower wishes to go.

THE LILY.

HE modest rose puts forth a thorn,

TH

The humble sheep a threatening horn;

While the lily white shall in love delight,

Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

THE SICK ROSE.

ROSE, thou art sick

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night

In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy;

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

NURSE'S SONG.

W

'HEN the voices of children are heard on the

green,

And whisperings are in the dale,

The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,

My face turns green and pale.

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,

And the dews of night arise;

Your spring and your day are wasted in play

And your winter and night in disguise.

THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE.

L

OVE seeketh not itself to please,

Nor for itself hath any care;

But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair.

So sung a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet:
But a pebble of the brook

Warbled out these metres meet—

Love seeketh only self to please,
To bind another to its delight,

Joys in another's loss of ease,

And builds a hell in heaven's despite.