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Yet, rich as morn, of many a hue,
When flushing clouds through darkness strike, The Tulip's petals shine in dew,
All beautiful, but none alike.
Kings, on their bridal, might unrobe,
To lay their glories at its foot;
Exchange for blossom, stalk, and root.
Here could I stand and moralise ;
Lady, I leave that part to thee; Be thy next birth in Paradise,
Thy life to come-eternity.
WEAVE a wreath of varied hues,
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ON THE LILY.
Bold Oxlip, and
SHIPWRECKED upon a kingdom where no pity,
KING HENRY VIII.
Observe the rising lily's snowy grace,
And gaily the trembling bells peal out,
With gentle tongue,
Mid dance and song.
LOUISA ANNE TWAMLEY.
ON A TIME-PIECE.
WITH A FIGURE OF TIME, PLACED NEAR A VASE OF
O PAUSE, Old Time, ere o'er my flowers,
Thy fatal sithe is coldly laid ;
Ere Nature's final debt is paid.
Some lingering hours, in which may rise
The memory of the buried past; And I may pour some parting sighs,
O'er hopes, thoughts, joys, for ever past.
They rise no more—those flowers are shed,
Whose early fragrance blest my morn ; They haunt the chambers of the dead,
Like flowers around the funeral urn.