Published by Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, & Green, Nov 1828.

Printed by Queen.

III.

And seems her cheek, whose bloom is fled (So beautiful and brief),

As if the white rose there had shed

Its frail and fallen leaf;

Which summer's genial sun and rain
Shall never wake to life again.

IV.

But she is hastening to the bowers
That bloom in happier spheres ;
Where fond affection's fadeless flowers

Shall not be nurst by tears;

Where love's pure flame shall ne'er expire,

Nor kill the heart that feeds its fire.

J. M.