HYMN oF THE OWING FLOWER.
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HaEh bear ye not melody Pass EnoHfnfaily and slow, From earth np towards the Heaven, AS the autumn breexes blow A mnEInnr as nf sadness,

 And yet as soft and sweet As whe0 the summer rain-dfops On beds of roses beat. i sound of many yolces.

 That alternate come and go; So tnany--yft go gentle.

 The tones are veFy low, It cosneth from the dim woods in twiiights inazy hours, S0 tenderly--so moufnfuily-- The hymn of dying Flowers. "The autumn winds gre blowing A stronger, colder blast; The leaves around are falling; Our time hath come as last. Few of us are remaining.

 Who in the summer time Deek'd nat the forest carpet,

 And in the springs sweet prime. "A few of us have liagered

 Tn our pleasant homes and dear, Bnt now we're passing from them, As from earth, the psssing yesr. Ye will not come to hArry us,

 Ther'ii be no pageshts proud, Ye'ii sing no dirges o'er us,

 Ne will no, grieve aloud. "lor in our very yosthfulness

 We hardly met your eye; Ne passed us every silently

 And oiten needless by. Ye will not heed our voices,

 Tho they speak unto the heart; Ye'li hardly even Mfak it is

 Time, life and we should part. "But adieu to earth ard summer, Adieu to woods and sky! Our siss:e of life hath ended,

 We have not to do but die. Wen hymn to the Creator

 Our joyful song ofpraise. And the very winds of Autumn Our requiem shail raise.''