SONG. THE FLOWERS OF LIFE. The flowers of life, they flourish fair, But ah! they droop their tender heads, The flowers of life, they flourish sweet, A. P. L. NATURE. I. I broke the charm that held me long, Should waste my prime of years no more; II. I broke the charm, nor deemed its power Ah, thoughtless! how could I forget, For wheresoe'er I looked, the while, Was nature's everlasting smile. III. Still came, and lingered on my sight Of flowers and streams the bloom and light, And glory of the stars and sun, And these and poetry are one: They, ere the world had fixed me long, Recalled me to the love of song. |