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In a few weeks the passion which had so long disturbed the peace of Laura was hushed by lasting repose; but it was the repose of the land where the whirlwind has passed—dreary and desolate.
Men are in proportion wicked, as they are ignorant or envious; and the only means of eluding their mischievous intentions, is to keep out of their way.
Zimmermann.
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE SIGHT OF SOME LATE
AUTUMN FLOWERS.
AUTUMN FLOWERS.
Those few pale autumn flowers,
How beautiful they are !
Than all that went before,
Than all the summer store,
Ah! lovelier far.
How beautiful they are !
Than all that went before,
Than all the summer store,
Ah! lovelier far.
And why ?—They are the last!
They are the last, last, last!
Oh by that little word,
How many thoughts are stirr'd,
That conjure up the past!
They are the last, last, last!
Oh by that little word,
How many thoughts are stirr'd,
That conjure up the past!
Pale flowers! pale, perishing flowers!
Ye're types of precious things;
Types of those bitter moments,
That flit like life's enjoyments,
On rapid, rapid wings
Ye're types of precious things;
Types of those bitter moments,
That flit like life's enjoyments,
On rapid, rapid wings
