The birds shall sing, amid their leaves,
To skies of richest bloom;
But cypress-shade the spirit grieves;--
--Plant roses on my tomb.

I loved them when a careless child,
And bless'd their deep perfume,
When lute and song my dreams beguiled;
--Plant roses on my tomb.

The fragrance touch'd with golden light,
And beautified with bloom;--
Oh, plant them in the sunset bright,
To consecrate my tomb.

R.A.[8]


[8] Our correspondent assures us that the above lines were
written many months before "The Tribute of Roses" appeared in
the _Literary Gazette_.--See _Mirror_, vol. xvi. page 176.

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HALCYON DAYS.

(_To the Editor_.)

In illustration of your correspondent P.T.W.'s article, entitled "Halcyon