For the Columbian Fountain.
FLOWERS.
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| sa8 ~ '& For the Columbian Fountain.
@S 81 FLOWERS.
Beautiful flowers wherever ", bloom,
With your soft-tinted leaves and Fragrant perfume
Whether in spring ye come forth from the ground
Or when autumn scatters her dead leaves around
Whether in cottage or palace ye dwell,
Beautiful flowers l love ye well
Behold young girl, in her mirthful play,
Laughing the hours of childhood away,
The light winds are waving her sunny hair,
And her voice sounds sweet in the silent air,
While her fair hands are twining, from summer
bowers,


Wild blooming wreaths Of the beautiful flowers.
The scene has now changed, for years have flown
That gay laughing girl to a woman has grown;
And her lover IS there, who fan would tell
The secret their eyes have revealed too well
But flowers he plants in her snowy vest,
And their eloquent leaves have his love contest.
IT'S a bridal morn. and loudly swells
A merry peal from the old church bells;
The white robd bride is smiling now,


Meath budding wreath from the orange bough
And bright eyed maidens before her strew n
Beautiful flowers of every hue.
There's voice Of sorrow for time hath fled,
A wife and mother lie cold and dead;
They've laid her to sleep in her endless rest;
With young babe clasp'd to her marble breast
And the flowers are there with their perfum'd


breath,


Decking the bud and blossom in death.
In the green church yard is lonely spot,
Where the Joyous sunshine enters not;
Deep in the gloom Of the cypres shade,
There is her home in the cold earth made,
And over her still the sweet flowers bloom,
They were near her in life and forsake not her
~ tomb. a VI
Beautiful flowers! ye seem to be
Linked in the fond ties of menlory9
Companions We were to our childhood's day,
Companions ye are to our lifeless clay,
And barren and drear were this wide world OF


4" ours,


Lacking the smile Of the beautiful flowers !.


,ftt +. E.,B.


North Yarmouth, Me-, Oct. gath 1876.