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O Life is like a summer flower --

O life is like a summer flower, Blooming but to wither; O love is like an April shower, Tears and smiles together; And hope is but a vapour light, The lovers worst deceiver; Before him now it dances bright, And now ’tis gone for ever. O now ’tis gone for ever.

A joy is but a passing ray. Lover’s hearts beguiling, A gleam that cheers a winter's day, Just a moment smiling; But though in hopeless dark despair, The thread of life may sever; Yet while it beats, dear maid, I swear, My heart is thine for ever. My heart is thine, &c.

—o —

Annot Lyle.

--                         WERT thou like me in life’s low vale, With thee how blest that lot I’d share, With thee I’d fly wherever gale Could waft, or bounding galley bear.