Flowers that with sweet returns each season bloom,
As each its impulse wakes,
Making air fragrant with a purple gloom,
Or whorl of crimson flakes.
And ye who blanch your glow, violets more rare,
Carnation, foam of light;
Be pledges of a beauty still more fair
When hair and cheek are white.”
All’s well that ends well. After prim Puritanism and roystering Restoration revels, after Plague and Fire, comes the quiet ending in the country’s peace.
W. H. HUTTON.