POÉSIE ORIGINALE

"Fis the last rose of summer,

Left Llooming alone; AH her lovely companions

Are faded and gorie ; No flower of lier kindred,

No rose Lud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes,

Or give sigh for sigh.

I '11 not leave thee, thou lone one!

To pine on the stem !

Since ihe lovely are sleeping,

Go, sleep thou wilh them. Thus kindiy I scatter

Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden

Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,

When friendships decay, And from Love's shining clrcle

The gems drop a\vay!

W'hen true hearts lie wither'd.

And fond ones are fiown, Oh! who wouid inhabit

This bleak world alone ?