p o 18 n il Y !
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FROM TIE NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.


THE FLOWER.
,lonc, across a foreign plain,


The exile slowly wanders,
And on his Isle beyond the main
With saddcn'd spirit ponders.
Ibis lovely Isle beyond the sea,
With all its household treasures;
rs cottage homes, its merry birds,
And all its rural pleasures:
L, lcatY woods, its shady wales,
lis moors, and purple heather;
is yerdant fields bedecked with stars
Ills childhood loved to gather:
When lo lie starts, with glad surprise,
Home-ioys come rushing DER him,
lor modest, wee, and crimson-tippcd,'
He spies the flower before him!
With eager haste lie stoops him down,
His eyes with moisture hazy,
And as he plucks the simple bloom,
He murmurs, ''Lawk-a-dasy!"


THE HEAVENS.
Wealth and splendor, pomp and pride,
I've beheld you lay aside;
Love and hate forgot;
Fame, ambition, glory, power,
You I've seen enjoy your hour,
Beauty, whitening, as flower,
While altered not!
When I've been from age to age,
Questioned BY the lettered sage,
What star might be,
I've answered not; for soon, knew,
He'd have clearer, nobler view,
And look the world of mysteries through,
In Nasf efernifrt