Golden treasures; fairy flowers—
Spreading all earth’s sunny bowers.
Bright and fleeting as youth’s day:
Smiling sunny hours away.
Thou dost heighten beauty’s glow;
Youth’s companions, too, art thou,
Gladd’ning youth and beauty now,
Soon thou’rt decking death’s pale brow.
Idol treasures! fairy flowers—
Brightly decking Flora’s bowers!
S. E. T.
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