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210 FOREST MELODIES.
And softly^flinging A joy, which, as their moments sped, His soul was winging.
Then, then the tie which lightly bound
His soul was riven, And warm affections clust'ring round
The guerdon given, Were in their freshness all unbound,
To twine in heaven!
THE' NIGHT FLOWER.
There is a flower, they say, that blooms The fairest at the hour of night, .
And sweeter sheds its rich perfume Than when the day-beams glisten bright.
When other flowers are folded tip From the night dews and chilly air,
This meekly lifts its golden cup To the bright stars so coldly fair.
Thus may our hearts in sorrow's hour, The darkest night to mortals given,
Serenely as this trusting flower, Pour a rich incense-stream to heaven.