The roses swiftly fled,
And left fair lillies, pale and wan,
To flourish in their stead.
The lillies fluttered there awhile,
But lost their bloom with speed,
And withering swift, shewed on their root,
The canker worm did feed.
She calmly pined—all meek of soul;
The grief she strove to hide
Like poison wrought, and caused life’s stream