The Tulip's Petals Shine In

There Is A Flower, A Little Flower With Silver Crest And Golden Eye, That Welcomes Every Changing Hour, And Weathers Every Sky.

Tis Human Actions Paint The Chart Of Time.

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.

Night Is The Time To Weep,to Wet With Unseen Tearsthose Graves Of Memory Where Sleepthe Joys Of Other Years.

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.