POÉSIE ORIGINALE

’Tis the lasl rose of summer,

Left blooming alone ;

Ail hcr lovely compariioiis Are faded and gone ;

No fiower of lier kiiidred.

No rose bud is nigh,

To reHect back her blushes,

Or give sigh for sigh.

I ’ll not leave tliee, Uiou lone onel To plue on the stem Since lhe lovely are slcepin,s, Go.sleep tliou with tbeoi.

Thus kindiy 1 scatter Thy leave . o’er the bed,

Where thy mates of the garden Lie scenlless and dead.

So sooi) may 1 foilow,

>Yhen friendships decay.

And froni Love’s shining circle The geçns drop away!

Wheu true hearts lie wilher’d.

And fon.l ones are Oow'n,

Oh ! who would inhabit This bleak World alone ?