The Afflicted
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A beautiful flower that Cpd at morn


lts leaves TO greet .4urnra's blush,
BY me with care was quickly torn,


a nosegay from its parent bush.
Embosom'd in lis golden cup,


A crystal dew drop calmly slept.
For Sol had scarcely yet drunk up


The copious tears that night had wept.
Methought that flowers resplendent die,
Humid with liquid gems so bright,
Seem'd, lady, like thy soul-lit eve.


Suffus'd with tears of pearly light
! mark'd that when its glowing hues


Had faded from my eager view.
The flower fragrance did diffuse.


Richer by far than when it grew!
'Twas bright, twas lovely its bloom,
A radiant nursing Of the skies;
But. unexhal'd its rich perfume,


The blight but more enhanced the pria-s
Apt emblem still Of her, I cried.


Who once life's halcvon 3 pleasures knew
And who, bystern affection tried,


A mortal 10 an angel grow.


