The Steam-Packet: A Tale of the River and the Ocean — page 318: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE STEAM PACKET, THE DYING FLOWER. Hore, thou flower that livest still, Trust another spring to see! Kvery tree by autumn bared Lives in calm expectancy : Trusting, winter-long, the poawex In its silent buds that lies ; Till the sap ascend again, And a new-born green arise. ‘* Ah! no sturdy tree am I, Which a thousand summers lives, And when winter-dream is dreamed, New-spring music gladly gives. No—I’m but the passing flower Waked to life by May’s soft breath, And of whom no trace remains When I sleep the sleep of death.”’ Though thou art the transient flower, Thou of meek retiring mind, Know, to every plant that blooms Trust and comfort are assigned. Let the storm of death, indeed, Wide thy living atoms strew ; Yet from out the dust shalt thou Myriad times thyself renew. ‘¢ Yes, when I have passed away, Others like myself shall rise : Ever smiles the general green, Though the single flower soon dies : But be they what | have been, I myself shall be no more ; Only now am I entire— Naught hereafter, naught before ! ‘¢ When they ’re warmed by yonder sun Which for me still brightly shines, Smooths not that the fate which now Me to hopeless gloom consigns. Ay, proud Sun! thy roving eye Hails my distant rivals now ! Wherefore coldly from the cloud On my sadness smilest thou ? ‘Ah! that I should trust to thee When awakened by thy beam ; That I gazed in thy dear eye, Till it stole my life’s young dream ! im 000) Ss in)